Page 56 of Cupcake

“But—” Logan nearly fell on his face as the stool shook with his body. His Daddy was the one that had worked him up!

“Office. Now!”

Logan scrambled as fast as he could with the slight limp he had. The stool loudly crashed on its side on the tiled floor. He turned to grab it but Dean had other plans.

“Ignore it,” Dean ordered as he grabbed Logan’s arm, helping him forward.

They reached the office. Dean slammed the door, already reaching for Logan’s shirt.

“I want to see you in your panties, baby. Show Daddy!”

Logan shoved his jeans to his knees before edging up on the side of the desk. His leg still ached a bit but that didn’t keep his cock from being hard.

“Let me just get rid of these.” Dean carefully removed his shoes and socks before tugging Logan’s pants the rest of the way off. “Lean back, baby. Let Daddy get a good look.”

He stretched out across the desk. Good thing Dean didn’t keep much on the surface.

“Arms over your head,” Dean ordered. “Arch your back. Push those pretty tits up.”

His groan filled the small room. Dean had such a dirty mouth. Logan loved it.

“Yeah.” Dean kissed across Logan’s pecs. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Like every inch of Logan’s body was being caressed. “Daddy is going to pierce his boy. Your pretty nips, your belly button…” He cupped Logan’s cock. “Maybe even this gorgeous dick of yours.”

Shuddering hard, Logan hoped he didn’t come and embarrass himself.

“You like the thought of that. Wearing my jewelry?”

“You…yours,” Logan managed.

“That’s right.” He slipped his hand inside Logan’s satin panties. His strong fingers circled the base of Logan’s shaft. “You are all mine.”

“Yes!” he hissed, pushing his hips up. His erection through Dean’s hold.

“You are so beautiful. Smart. Kind. You’re everything that I could ever want in a mate,” Dean told him.

It was hard not to look away from the intense gaze of his mate. Dean often told Logan how gorgeous he was, but Dean also included how smart and kind. Like those were just as important. To Logan they were. He had nothing to do with how he looked but he worked hard to be intelligent and wanted to be a good person. “Daddy,” he whispered. The moment was too much.

“I know it’s hard to hear.” Dean pushed Logan’s panties under his balls.

The cool air caressed his cock.

“You have not been kind to yourself even when you are the sweetest to everyone else.” Dean stroked his shaft.

“Oh!”

“But you are so much more than your pretty face. Gorgeous hair. And amazing body. You are also an artist. A smart businessman. You love everyone around you. I am so lucky that I can call you mine.” He jerked Logan faster.

“I…I’m lucky,” Logan responded. He was trying to stay still. To let Dean work him, but it was tough. Logan had never thought that another man’s hand on him would feel this good.

Leaning over the desk, over Logan’s quivering body, Dean grinned. “I’m the one that gets to suck this thick cock.”

He cried out, his head coming off the desk as Dean sucked Logan’s prick until the head brushed Dean’s throat. Logan had reached his limit. He didn’t give Dean any time to prepare. Hegripped the edge of the desk with his hands still above his head as he plunged his shaft deeper into Dean’s mouth.

Dean sucked, bobbed his head, and took everything that Logan gave him.

Logan knew he should be trying to take care of his mate too but all he could do was chase the release. He wanted to come. Needed to come. Oh! He was so hard.

After one particularly hard suck, Logan kicked the desk with his sore leg and yelled.

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