Page 7 of Thrust Me Daddy

Still, I’m not about to let that get me down –hellnoI’m not.

I take my seat in the booth and wait for the server to bring the coffee over. I know it’s going to be a good brew just by looking at the faces of the other patrons in here…

‘If you ever want to know if the coffee is good, just look at everyone else’s faces,’ I say, directing Ranger to the sight of two older gentlemen glugging their coffee down with gusto.

‘Damn, I’m getting hyped for this,’ Ranger laughs. ‘And…’

‘What?’ I say, noting Ranger’s eyes being drawn to something behind me. ‘What’s up?’

‘Holy shit…’ Ranger says, his eyes widening. ‘There’s a boy over in the corner.’

‘Hot?’

‘Hotter than the damn sun,’ Ranger says. ‘But… not for me. Foryou.’

I do my best to turn around as subtly as I can.

I can’t quite get my head at what I’m looking at. The boy must be at least six feet three inches and have enough muscle on him to put a Hemsworth brother to shame.

With a dense, trimmed beard and an all-weather tan, this boy is doing things to me – and that’s even before I notice the sight of a stuffie just about poking its head out of his backpack.

‘Fuck… me…’ I say, turning back to Ranger, the words barely able to escape my mouth. ‘That is one big slab of beautiful baby boy.’

‘Told you,’ Ranger says, a knowing look on his face. ‘So… what are you waiting for, Daddy?’

Ranger laughs and leans back in his seat.

I cast another quick look back toward the boy.

Yup, he actually is real.

With my heart pounding in my chest and my cock suddenly straining inside my jockstrap, I know that I need to get this introduction right.

But before any of that, I need an injection of caffeine.

If I’m going to be approaching just about the sexiest boy I’ve seen inforever, then I need to bring my A-game.

I’ve shown all kinds of boys exactly how much of a Daddy Dom I can be, but something tells me that this particular boy will prove to be a much bigger challenge – and it’s a challenge that I’mall herefor.

Chapter 3

Mikey

‘Wow, that cookie was too good,’ I say, pushing my finger down on the plate to try and pick up each and every last cookie crumb. ‘Sorry Atty, it was just too good to share!’

I giggle quietly to myself and look out at the terrible weather outside.

It doesn’t look too hopeful that I’ll be heading home any time soon to be honest. This isfarfrom ideal. Even though I know that Xander and the rest of the crew have totally got my back, I don’t want to feel like I’m letting any of them down by being late with my delivery.

With a rumble of thunder in the air and a flash of lightning in the distance, I sip on my hot chocolate and think back to my early says of working for the Construction Boys.

Even though I was shy and not entirely sure of exactly what the Little scene entailed, I was made to feel super-welcome and included in all of the banter and out of work activities too.

Ever since I was a kid, I always knew that I was alittlebit different – excuse the pun.

While my friends grew out of their stuffies and playing with toy cars and trains, I insisted that my mom let me keep my bedroom just how it had always been.

There was something so reassuring about my Disney themed bed sheets and my carefully arranged selection of toy cars, stuffies, and coloring books.

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