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His hands gripped my thighs and he spread my legs. “Only when I say so,” he said, voice a low rumble. Then he slid his hand up to my shorts, palming my erection. “I’m going to make you feel better than good,” he said. “Can daddy see your penis?”

I nodded, playing along. This was fun and really fucking hot.

He pulled my shorts down and I had to lift my arse off the counter so he could free my dick.

“Mm,” he hummed, then licked his lips. His dark eyes met mine. “Can I make you feel good, boy?”

I nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He leaned down and sucked my dick straight into his mouth. Hot, wet suction drew my arse off the counter. My hands found his hair. “Oh, daddy,” I said.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It’d been so long since I’d had my dick sucked. I was normally on the giving end of these transactions, rarely the receiving end.

It was so good.

Pure pleasure, for no other reason than he wanted to do this. Hewantedto make me feel good.

He took all of me, his nose meeting my pubis, and with his hands now gripping my arse, my legs spread wide, and his master level of suction and the tightness of his throat, I was already close.

“Daddy,” I cried. “Gonna come for you, daddy.”

He gripped my arse harder, sucked me deeper, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me, shooting through my body, and he swallowed it all. I was leaning back, my legs now over Dom’s shoulders and his face was still in my crotch, my cock deep in his throat and he held my hips as tremor after tremor rolled through me.

I’d never come so hard in my life. So intensely, so thoroughly.

He obliterated me so hard, I think I actually blacked out. When I came to my senses, I was being cradled to Dom’s chest as he carried me to bed.

He lay down, still cradling me, my head against his chest and the crook of his neck, his strong arms holding me safe.

“Daddy,” I whispered.

“Go to sleep, little one,” he murmured.

Little one.

That sweet name for me made me smile, but I closed my eyes and did exactly as daddy told me.

SEVEN

DOM

I wasin over my head and I did not care.

I wanted to drown myself in the waters of him and never surface. I was glad we’d talked, though I’d not covered everything I’d wanted to talk about. But whenever he was near, I lost all reason and good sense and wanted to immerse myself in him.

In being a daddy to him. Having him as my boy.

He was so fucking perfect, and this roleplaying thing we had going was better than anything I could have dreamed of.

And god, how I’d dreamed of this.

Seeing him in the pyjamas I’d bought for him—shorts so small and tight they were obscene and a little singlet top that emphasised his slight frame.

God, I could almost get both hands around his waist.

Well, not really, but not far from it.

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