Page 76 of Born Daddy

The moment the warm wetness of Rogan’s mouth encased Tate’s dick, he almost shot his load. He clutched the comforter in a tight fist, his toes curling as his balls tightened, a guttural moan escaping his lips. Rogan held him down by his hips, the larger man still pinning Tate’s limbs with the weight of his body. As Rogan greedily sucked him off, taking Tate’s slender cock into his throat on every pass—sometimes burying his nose in Tate’s smooth groin—Tate reveled in the security that Rogan’s strength gave him.

A tingling built at the base of his spine, the sparks of release quickly taking over until they could no longer be stopped. Tate cried out—the unexpected yell wrenched from his lungs by the power of his climax. Without realizing, he’d dug his fingers into Rogan’s shoulders with more force than he’d intended. He relaxed his hold while Rogan made light humming noises, placing gentle kisses on Tate’s softening cock, seemingly careful to avoid the sensitive tip.

Rogan pressed his nose in the crease where Tate’s thigh joined his pelvis and inhaled deeply. He raised his head and Tate gazed down at his Daddy. A contented smile pulled at the corner of Rogan’s mouth.

“I could breathe you in all day, taste you every night.” His expression grew wistful. “I hope I have that chance.”

Tate swallowed hard. He wasn’t alone in his hope. “Me too, Daddy.” He licked his lips. “Can I taste you now?”

Rogan leaned up on one elbow and ran the palm of his other hand up Tate’s belly. He stroked Tate’s skin with his thumb. “I need a sec. I have to admit, I assumed I’d be well under control because of my age.” He chuckled. “But you…you’re like the eighth wonder. Magical. I feel as though I’ll go off at any moment without a touch.”

Tate grinned. Any man he’d ever been with had acted as if they were doing him a big favor by bestowing their awesome manhood and bedroom skills upon him. But his Daddy made him feel ten feet tall.

“Just one lick, Daddy. That’s all.”

Rogan let out a throaty groan. “Jesus. That’s not helping.”

Tate laughed, the post-orgasm haze and Rogan’s easy affection making their first time together just as it should be: a joyous expression of what they saw in each other, the promise of what it could be when two souls who were meant to be found their match.

With one last kiss to Tate’s cock, Rogan pushed himself up until he was straddling Tate’s thighs, then rose onto his knees. His dick jutted out proudly from his flat stomach, the full head rosy against the lighter flush of the rigid column with a heavy drop of precum beaded at the slit, ready to fall. Tate couldn’t let the happen.

Before his Daddy could protest, Tate sat up and swiped his tongue across the tip of Rogan’s cock, capturing the slightly bitter liquid into his mouth. There hadn’t been enough for the flavor to linger, but plenty to tell Tate he wanted more from his Daddy. He wanted it all.

Rogan grabbed the base of his cock, screwing his eyes shut. His lids fluttered open and he regarded Tate, a smirk decorating his lips. “Looks like I have a wonderfully, naughty boy on my hands.” He arched his eyebrows. “I don’t remember giving you permission to lick Daddy’s cock.”

Tate grinned. “Sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t help myself.”

Rogan’s pupils widened, and he planted his palms on either side of Tate’s head as he fell forward. “Did it taste good? Do you want to eat Daddy’s cum?”

Tate’s breathing hitched and his cock twitched in interest. “Y-yes. Please, Daddy. I’ll swallow it all.”

Rogan gave him a lopsided smile. “Another time. You broke the rules, remember?” Rogan rubbed his nose along Tate’s cheek before continuing. “You teased Daddy, so now Daddy’s teasing you.”

Tate let out a long moan. “You’re still going to fuck me, though, right?”

Rogan chuckled. “Oh yes, I’m not punishing myself. It’ll be slow and gentle at first, I’ll lose myself in your inner heat, the tight grip of your body holding me inside you.” He nipped at Tate’s ear. “Then fast and hard, as deep as I can go until you scream out my name.”

Tate’s cock did more than twitch this time. “Daddy…yes…”

Rogan pulled back and Tate let out a sigh, regretting the loss of Rogan’s warmth and closeness. But his Daddy quickly made it better.

Rogan grabbed the small bottle of lube then encouraged Tate’s legs apart and settled back between them. “Bend your knees, sweetheart.”

Tate did as he was told and exposed his hole to his Daddy’s eyes. He let out a sharp gasp as Rogan’s tongue snaked up his crease before he used the tip to prod at his hole, licking and tasting him as he brought Tate’s nerves alive. Tate curled his toes and he clutched at the comforter again the moment Rogan breached him with his tongue, stretching his rim until the end popped inside.

Rogan made short stabs, fucking Tate’s hole until he wanted to scream out for Rogan to fill him, to ram his thick cock into him over and over until he came a second time. Oh, how he couldn’t wait until they fucked bare, that he could experience his Daddy’s cum inside his body, to know that Rogan had marked him with his seed.

After tasting him a bit more, Rogan pulled out and Tate loosened his grip on the covers, his breathing frantic as he waited for his Daddy to finish prepping him, to hurry. Rogan kissed the inside of Tate’s knee as he popped open the cap, then squirted a generous amount on two fingers.

The moment Rogan rubbed the cool liquid on his hole, Tate hissed, but his reaction had more to do with the thrill of Rogan’s intimate touch. Rogan pressed one finger against his rim, the tight ring of muscle eventually spreading enough to let Rogan in. Tate thrashed his head from side to side as Rogan slid the one, maddening finger in and out of his passage, so good, but not nearly enough to sate his hunger.

Rogan leaned over and took Tate’s mouth in a heated kiss, spearing his tongue past Tate’s lips the same way he had with his hole. Tate eagerly returned the kiss, feeding a moan into Rogan’s mouth as he added another finger to the first. Tate grabbed Rogan’s nape, holding on and wishing he never had to let go.

Soon, the anticipation became more than he could bear. He needed his Daddy to split him open, to fill him up and fuck him raw. As much as he respected Rogan’s desire to be careful and sweet their first time, Tate was ready to be taken hard. Owned. To know he was the one who had unleashed a fury of passion in his Daddy.

Rogan broke the kiss, a light sheen of sweat shining on his forehead. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

“More than you know. Don’t hold back on my account, okay?”

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