Page 25 of Daddy Marc's Gem

“Good to know.” Foster cleared his throat. “Um, so for me, it’s what you said, you know, about ass play.”

Marc nodded. “Then it must’ve been frustrating for you not having your needs fulfilled.”

“Yeah.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. Marc clearly wasn’t appalled by his revelation.

“That includes bottoming?”

Was an overload of blushing fatal? “Yeah, all of it.”

“Then the reason you used your safeword is that we’re only dating, and you’re waiting for a committed relationship before going that far?”

Foster’s stomach twisted. All he’d managed to do so far was push Marc away when what he truly wanted was to be as close to him as possible.

“But… Aren’t you my Daddy?”

Marc straightened, his lips parting in seeming surprise. “Oh, sweetheart. Come here.” He pulled Foster close, wrapping him in the safety of his arms. “Of course, I’m your Daddy. I don’t view our relationship as casual if that’s what you’re afraid of.Like I said, I take my role as Daddy very seriously. I only meant that we’ve known each other for a short time, and I didn’t want to make assumptions for you.”

Foster let out a relieved sigh. That made sense. “I’m serious about being your boy, too. I only used my safeword because I didn’t want you to be disappointed if we had full-on sex.”

Marc nuzzled him. “Sweet baby. When I finally fuck you, the last thing I’ll be is disappointed. What made you think that?”

Foster averted his gaze. “The monster between your legs. The dick gods have definitely bestowed their blessings upon you.”

Marc barked out a laugh and gave him a squeeze. “First of all, I’ll always be careful with my boy. But you should know I wasn’t planning on fucking you tonight.” Marc jostled him. “I feel your tension. That has nothing to do with you. Believe me, I can’t wait to have that gorgeous ass wrapped around my cock.”

Marc certainly had a way with words. “So…” Foster reached up to drag his palm through the silky curls on Marc’s chest. “When you asked me to roll over, that wasn’t what you were going to do?”

“No, baby.” Marc trailed his fingers down Foster’s arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. “I wanted to taste you, remember?”

“Taste…” Foster widened his eyes. “Oh.”

“Oh yes.” Marc’s hand drifted to Foster’s thigh. “I want to worship you with my mouth, taste every inch of your skin.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper. “Especially that perfect ass of yours.”

Foster's breath caught in his throat. His experience might be limited, but he’d been fantasizing about the exact thing Marc was suggesting. The thought sent a rush of heat through his body, his cock twitching back to life. His earlier anxiety melted away under the heat of that intense gaze.

“So... can we keep going?” Foster scraped his teeth along his bottom lip.

Marc cupped his face, thumb stroking his cheekbone. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Foster hated how unsure he sounded.

“Then we need to add another safeword to the list. Saying ‘green’ will verify to me that you’re ready to continue.”

“Okay, sure.” He inhaled a deep breath before letting it out, no longer questioning Marc’s best intentions toward him. “Green.”

Marc wrapped his palm around Foster’s nape, drawing him in for a deep kiss, exploring him with his tongue, making him crazy with need again. He finished the kiss with one last nibble on his lower lip.

“Roll onto your stomach, sweetheart.”

He did as he was told, and Marc climbed onto the bed then parted Foster’s thighs with strong hands. Foster pressed his face into the pillow, his entire body humming with anticipation as Marc settled between his legs. He'd never felt so vulnerable yet so cherished at the same time. Marc’s warm palms slid up the backs of his thighs, thumbs tracing the crease where his legs met his ass.

“Relax for me, baby,” Marc murmured, his breath hot against Foster's skin. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

Foster tried to steady his breathing as Marc gently kneaded his ass, spreading him open. The first touch of Marc’s tongue against his hole sent a jolt through his system. He gasped, clutching at the sheets as Marc licked a slow, deliberate stripe along his crease.

“God, sweetheart, you taste so good.”

Marc groaned, his beard tickling the skin of Foster's inner thighs, sparking his nerves to life. He circled his tongue against Foster's entrance with deliberate pressure, sending waves ofpleasure rushing through him. He buried his face deeper into the pillow, muffling the embarrassing sounds threatening to escape his mouth.

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