Page 47 of Slay the Gay Away, Daddy

“Oh, I think you do,” he teases, and now he’s moving closer, not stopping until he’s above me, straddling my lap and pinning me to the mattress. “Did it taste good?”

I shake my head. “You’ve got terrible morning breath. You always have.”

He rolls his eyes. “That, Father Daddy, is an outright lie.”

“You’ve stayed the night at our house enough for me to know better than anyone. Your mouth always smells like you’ve been chewing skunk-flavored bubblegum all night.”

He gapes at me, and for a second, it looks like he might slap me. Then, the corner of his lips curl. “I won’t stand for slander, Daddy.” He playfully nips at my neck before kissing a trail up my jaw, ending it with a gentle kiss on the side of my face. His nose touches mine, and we’re inches apart. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to prove you’re lying.”

“And how do you plan to do that? Your mouth is right in front of my nose. It smells godawful.” Alright, maybe that’s an embellishment, but I know it’s getting under his skin, and I kind of like when Dare gets angry. He gets this beautiful splash ofpink across his cheeks, and the glare he normally gives is enough to put the fear of God into an atheist. He’s giving me that look now, and the sight of it makes my cock stiffen. I know he feels it, because it’s right between his cheeks, and neither of us are wearing any underwear.

Darren stares at me, waiting for me to follow his order. As my cock twitches against him, I open my mouth wide, allowing whatever it is he wants to do.

Puckering his lips, he lets a string of saliva dangle above my open mouth. Holy Hell, is he going to spit in my mouth? And why the hell does the mere thought of taking him into me that way feel like an awakening.

“Give it to me,” I growl, digging my nails into his sides. I don’t know where this newfound bad boy is coming from, but I love the way my commanding tone makes my boy shudder. “I won’t tell you again. That belongs to me.”

He sucks the string of saliva back into his mouth. “Nope. Mine, mine, mine.”

God help me, I have no idea why I do it, but I lift my hand to his throat and squeeze. Not tight enough to hurt him, just tight enough to let him know I’m here. “I said, give it to me, Darren. It doesn’t belong to you. Not anymore.”

With a whimper, he opens his mouth and lets it fall toward me again, and this time, he licks his lips, breaking the contact it has with his mouth, freefalling into mine. I catch it hungrily, letting it rest on my tongue. Without thought, I reach behind and squeeze his ass, my fingers dangling into his crack.

“So,” he whispers, arching into my touch. “What’s the verdict? Do I still smell like I’ve been chewing stinky, skunky bubblegum?” With his spit still lingering in my mouth, I realize it’s not nearly as bad as I was expecting, but I’m not going to tell him that.

“It tastes like gum disease and poor life choices.”

He scowls at me and it’s probably the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Hate you so fucking hard.”

I drag my finger against his hole, making him tremble. “Is that right?” I smirk at him.

“Hate you forever,” he moans.

I slip my finger inside, but without lube, I doesn’t make it far. That’s okay. All I need is this connection. A single moment with our bodies bonded. The way he’s writhing on my fingertip makes it look like the act alone is enough to push him over the edge. Good Lord. Does it really feel that good to have someone slipped inside you? “Do you like that, baby?”

He arches his back, taking another inch of my finger. “You feel incredible. It’s not just your finger. It’s you. Having you inside me. It makes me feel safe. Loved.” As he speaks, his eyes close, and he gently rocks back and forth, taking more each time until he’s swallowed me to the knuckle.

“Did it feel good when I . . . you know.”

“When you fucked me?” he asks, but I really wish he wouldn’t use that word. It’s so vulgar and he’s my good boy. My precious boy. Then again, he works for a hitman agency and he has been breaking and entering into my house every night for months.

“Yeah. Did it hurt?”

“A little, but then you hit my magic button and I was a goner.”

It makes me wonder what it would feel like to have Dare inside me. Slowly sliding his below-average cock in and out, claiming me. Marking me from the inside out. “Dare,” I whisper, too scared to say what I’m thinking.

He bites his bottom lip and stares down at me like he’s trying to read the writing on my face. My boy must be able to read every line, because a surprised smile settles on his face. “Are you trying to ask me to fuck you?”

My cheeks are scalding, but I don’t let the embarrassment hold me back. “Yeah.”

“Ask and you shall receive, Daddy.”

He kisses his way down my jaw, then my chest, pausing at my nipples. He takes the left one into his mouth and gives it a little tug. Next, he turns his attention to the one on the right, flicking his tongue back and forth. As he does, he reaches down and caresses my bare cock.

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