Page 48 of Bossy Baby

Hayley collapsed back on the couch as he panted.

Mac knelt between Hayley legs and tore at his pants. He got his pants and underwear pushed past his ass and gripped himself. Mac beat his shaft ruthlessly until he came over his boy’s stomach.

With wide eyes and a smile, Hayley peered up at him. That had been amazing. “I like my rewards.”

Chuckling while shaking his head, Mac fell to the side of the couch. “I like rewarding you. I knew you would be a good boy. I’m very proud of you.”

At the praise, warmth filled him. Mac wasn’t shy about telling Hayley good things about him. That was a sign of a good man. One who built up their partner.

Yawning, Hayley covered his mouth.

Unused to the weight of his cast, Hayley cried out, when the plaster fell down hard across his nose. “Ow!”

“Oh, baby,” Mac cooed to him.

Hayley was lifted and Mac held him tightly.

“That hurt.”

“You need to be more careful,” Mac chided. “Remember, no more hurting yourself.”

“Sorry.” That had sucked.

“I think I know what might make you feel better.”

“What?”

“How about that tour I promised you?”

Hayley nodded. “I think you should carry me. I might trip over my own feet and break my other arm.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Mac agreed.

“And you should take off your shirt.”

Mac barked out a laugh. “Whatever you want, my bossy baby.”

Seven

Hayley

Fresh from a shared shower and still wrapped in a towel, Hayley sat on Mac’s bed as the older man moved around the room. Mac was cute mumbling to himself as he pulled on a thin pair of lounge pants. No shirt. Mac should never wear a shirt again. Except maybe in public. Yeah, Hayley didn’t want other boys looking at his Daddy.

From what Hayley could tell, Mac was thinking about what to make Hayley for dinner and needing to get pain meds into him. Truthfully, Hayley didn’t think he needed the meds. He was actually floating in the blissfulness that Mac had left him.

The tour had been fun. Mac had shown Hayley all around the property. And his Daddy carried him the entire time. As Mac showed him everything, Hayley could tell how proud the man was. Hayley kept pointing out all the places he could get special rewards.

By the time they were done, Hayley had been hard again.

And Mac had indeed rewarded Hayley with a quick hand job before their shower.

With a sigh as Mac continued to mumble, Hayley looked around. Of course, his gaze landed on the French doors.

“Hayley?”

Hayley jerked and looked up. Mac stood at the foot of the bed, looking at him with concern. Damn, how long had he been talking to Hayley? “I’m sorry. What?”

Mac frowned. “Are you okay?”

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