Page 32 of The Puck Daddy

I let out a deep breath, nerves rolling through me. If I had it my way, I’d say we remove the fake status from our title and continue to live together. But I don’t want to put that much pressure on him. Just because I’m sure that I want Adrian to be my forever boy doesn’t mean he wants to keep me, too. I’ve failed at being a Daddy once, maybe he’ll move on once he gets signed. “I figured you could see how you feel once you get your contract. We can continue seeing each other, and I can continue to be your Daddy, or if you want to part ways, then it’s completely up to you.”

He studies me for a long moment, cocking his head to the side like an adorable puppy trying to decipher my words. After a few seconds, he nods, and I finally feel like I can breathe again. “And for my second question, please tell me we can get physical.”

My cock jerks to attention. “That isn’t a question, boy.”

A teasing smirk filled with mischief replaces the innocent look he was giving me. He pushes his empty plate to the side as he leans across the table so only I can hear. “Please, Daddy. Can I be physical with you?”

Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever paid the check faster.

Chapter 15

In the bedroom, Daddy likes to control things.

Adrian

As soon as we make it inside his house, I kick the door closed and slam into him, my lips colliding with his. A surprised ‘oomph’ leaves his lips, but then he’s pulling me to him, walking us backwards.

“Over there is your room,” he says against my lips, causing me to chuckle.

Too much talking. I suck on his bottom lip and palm his dick through his pants. If I had it my way, the spare room would bejust that, a spare. Sharing a room and a bed with my Daddy? It sounds perfect. Although I might be thinking with my other head at the moment.

“Don’t care,” I murmur into the kiss. “Where’s your room?”

He continues guiding me forward. I yank his leather jacket off and tug his shirt over his head. We finally make it into his room, and I continue to strip him until he’s completely bare in front of me, cock bobbing and pointing my way.

Smirking, he sits on the edge of his bed like a king on his throne. He spreads his legs wide and strokes himself as I stand there and watch.

“In the bedroom, Daddy likes to control things. Is that okay with you, boy?”

I gasp before biting my lip and nodding. Oh fuck. His voice is so rough, I’m pretty sure I could jerk off to the sound of it.

Theo’s gaze narrows, his jaw tightens, and a possessive darkness seems to cloud his eyes. I swallow hard. It’s a look I’ve never seen from Theo before, but something about it makes me even harder and gives me hope. “Words, sweet boy.”

“Yes, Daddy. I want you to take control.”

He smiles, stroking his cock faster. “Are you okay with the stoplight colors for safe words? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going?”

“Yes, Daddy. Green. Green.”

“Good. Now, kneel in front of me, Aid.”

I swallow hard and drop to my knees.

Theo groans at the sight of me as he continues to stroke his cock. I want to push his hand away and grab hold of him. He’s beautiful there, long and thick with prominent veins that make my mouth water. Instead of giving in to my urges, I wait for Daddy’s command.

“Take your shirt off. Show me those pretty muscles.”

I yank the shirt over my head and toss it behind me.

“So beautiful.” He leans forward and tweaks a nipple, tugging it gently and pinching it just right. I tremble and moan. Oh fuck. Can I come just from nipple play? Letting go of my nipple, he shoves two fingers into my mouth. I immediately start sucking, wishing it was his cock instead.

“Fuck. Look at you. So desperate for Daddy’s cock.”

I nod.

“How filthy can we get? Would you like it if I made a mess of you, sweet boy?”

I nod again.

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