Page 112 of The Prodigal Son

Putting my hands on his face, I force him to look at me. “Isaac, stop. That washisfault. You did what you had to in order to survive, and that is never your fault. Your family knows that. They don’t blame you for leaving.”

Pain carves the features of his face as he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. “Just kiss me,” he pleads. “Nothing hurts when you’re kissing me.”

The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I bring his mouth to mine. Isaac’s lips are like heaven, soft and sweet.

“Just say the word, baby. I never want you to hurt.”

He smiles against my mouth as his arms hold me tighter, pulling me against him. We can’t hear the argument downstairsanymore. It’s like Isaac and I live alone in this bubble, safe from everything else in the world.

His tongue glides against mine, and a growling moan escapes my lips. What I meant as one soft kiss is quickly escalating into a heated make-out session.

It takes everything in me to pull away. “We can’t be doing this here.”

“Why not?” he asks, pulling me in for another scorching kiss. He’s clinging to me desperately, forcing a whimper out of me when he squeezes the back of my neck and bites hard on my lower lip.

I’m growing hard behind my zipper as my hands rest on his hips, no matter how much I want to grip him tightly. It feels wrong to be getting so aroused in his mother’s home with his family so close by.

“Isaac,” I whisper between kisses, but it’s no use. He’s forcibly trying to seduce me in what I assume is his father’s old office while his family is downstairs, and honestly, it’s working. I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t seen each other in days or because he just always has this effect on me, but it doesn’t matter because when it comes to Isaac Goode, I’m a weak, weak man.

Then he slides a hand down over my pants, squeezing the bulge as he whispers, “Please, Daddy.”

“Oh fucking hell,” I growl as I clutch his hips in my hands and turn his body, slamming it against a bookcase. When he calls me that, I am powerless. I want to give him everything he wants. I want tobeeverything he wants.

Isaac smiles triumphantly as I kiss him hard, grinding into him until he is moaning against my lips.

“If we get caught, it’s your fault,” I mutter as my hand slides up, encircling his throat in a gentle grip. “When you say things like that, I lose control.”

“I want you to lose control,” he replies wickedly.

Reaching down, I hook a hand under his thigh and lift it so I can grind myself even closer. Our cocks align through the thick fabric of our pants, and something about the pressure and the friction is divine.

He throws his head back as I drive my hips against his. Seeing his neck extended before me, I lean in and suck hard on the sensitive flesh.

“Fuck,” he cries breathlessly.

I can feel the pulse in his neck as I reach down and quickly undo his pants. I can’t believe I’m wrapping my hand around his cock while his family is still right downstairs. We were supposed to be here for his mother’s casserole and suddenly, I’m stroking his dick upstairs in his dad’s office.

Deviant. Sinner. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

I shove the thought away as I drop to my knees and quickly take Isaac’s cock down my throat.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers as he grips hard on the bookshelf behind him.

My mouth was made for this cock. I wish I could spend every day of my life worshipping it. Making Isaac feel good is what makes me feel good, and there’s nothing sinful or wrong about that. It all feels so right.

He slides his cock along my tongue and I suck gently on the head with every stroke, feeling it grow more and more engorged with each pass of my lips.

If I keep working him like this, I’ll have him coming in seconds. Which I should probably do. It’s not like we have all the time in the world up here.

But I don’t stop. I need his cum too much. I want his pleasure on my face and in my mouth. And I certainly don’t give a shit anymore who is waiting on us. Everything in this room is all that matters.

He pulls at my hair as I suck him hard, my eyes cast upward to catch the euphoria on his face. When I feel his cock harden and swell, I hold my tongue and stroke him to his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers before the orgasm takes him. His boots scrape against the hardwood floor as he comes on my tongue. A few drops of the warmth land on my cheek and I revel in it.

My cock is throbbing in my pants, and I fully intend to let it go, but Isaac takes one look at me with his cum on my face and lets out a growling sound.

“Come here.”

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