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“Sassy daddy.”

He moved my hand, putting it on top of his hard cock. “See what you do to me?”

“Yeah. I like it.” I bounced up and grabbed the button on the front of his pants, ready to show him how much I liked it. Rourke worked with me to get them off and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. Then I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed. I loved deep-throating, but more importantly, I loved making him feel good. I could tell he did by the way he panted my name and held onto my hair.

I sucked him, listening to the slurping noises, until he tapped my shoulder. “Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”

“Want inside me first, Daddy?”

“Fuck yeah, boy. Get undressed.” Rourke pulled his shirt off while watching me strip. It wasn’t anything fancy, but his eyes were glued to me as I exposed everything. He grabbed my waist and flung me back on the bed, knowing I loved it when he manhandled me, making me feel smaller than I was. “Show me what you got, boy.”

I grabbed my knees and pulled them to the side and back. I was becoming more flexible as I lost weight, which was happening faster since I was eating right and washing cars was keeping me more active. Plus, I swam a lot now. I liked how my body was shaping up, and apparently, Rourke did too. He eyed the goods, touching my balls softly and lifting them. “This looks like dessert. Delicious.”

He got off the bed and onto his knees, then yanked me closer to the edge. I figured out what he was doing the second he put his tongue on my hole. He slobbered around it, licked my taint and under my balls, then back to my hole. He stabbed it with his velvety tongue, fucking into it and sending me to paradise. I loved this and didn’t bother hiding the strange noises I made as he rimmed me. It made me want to come, so I grabbed my dick, and he stopped. “Uh-uh-uh. No hands. Put them above your head. Stretch them up.” I did as he said, and he rubbed my chest and stomach, then nibbled at my nipples.

“Uh… Daddy, please.”

“What do you want, boy? Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”

“I will. When I’m ready. Or rather, when you are.”

I didn’t care how well-prepared I was. When I was this horny, I wanted to be filled. I wanted the stretch and burn, but this daddy was never going to hurt me, so I tried to wait patiently. Not to mention, I loved ass play and way more than I had even known.

Rourke grabbed the lube and went to work. He had me so worked up by the time he was ready to fuck me that my dick was hard as a big dildo-shaped diamond. He flipped me over and smacked my ass. “Have you been a good boy or a naughty boy?”

If I said naughty, I’d get spankings, but I didn’t have the patience for it at the moment. “Good boy, Daddy. I’m a good boy.”

“Okay, here we go then.” He shoved his cock inside. He didn’t bother going slow. He knew I could take it, and I wanted it like that. Plus, in this position, on hands and knees, he easily pegged my prostate. It felt so incredible.

I was pretty sure I was going to explode without ever touching my dick. And after an eternity—or at least what felt like one—I did exactly that. Rourke came pretty quickly after that. I was going to be out quickly, so I put my head on his chest, cuddling close. His arm was heavy and warm around my shoulder. I couldn’t feel safer. “I need help with the car wash thing,” I blurted out before the orgasm knocked me out.

“No problem. I’ll put you with my people, but it’ll cost you.”

“Uh? Cost what?”

“You have to move in with me for real.” He squeezed my shoulder. “I want you here. In my house, in my bed. You’re practically here every night anyway. Please.”

It was what I’d wanted at the beginning. I hadn’t wanted to make my own way. I hadn’t wanted to put in the work. I wanted adaddy to take care of me. I changed my mind along the way, but here we were.

My heart thumped in my chest. I had gotten so much more than that.

I felt more confident. I was doing something I liked and maybe loved, and I was actually making money from it. And Rourke was fantastic. Not only in bed. He was super supportive, no matter what. And he had been so patient. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll move in.”

Two days later, my phone rang. “Hello? Uncle Edgar?”

I heard crying. “Bobby died.” He said between sobs. “I need you. Please come back and live with me.”

“I love you, Uncle. I’ll be there for you. I’ll help you with the arrangements. But no. I’m happy where I am.”

And that was the truth.

Chapter fourteen

Epilogue - Colin

One Year Later

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