Page 24 of King Daddy

Henry must have taken the hint. He cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll let you get back to resting.” He was out of the room strangely fast.

Kylo poked his head out the door. “Is he gone?”

“Yeah. He practically ran for it. I think he sensed he was interrupting.”

Kylo stepped from the bathroom and locked the bedroom door.

Beau’s hopes rose, especially since Kylo’s underwear was missing. Only the robe remained. Beau tossed the covers aside, letting Kylo see he was still hard.

Kylo stood over him and tapped his chin. “Those pajama pants look uncomfortable. Maybe I should strip you.”

“Agreed.” There was no missing the hunger in Beau’s voice.

A naughty look flashed his way as Kylo stole Beau’s clothes. “I may or may not have slipped in a lube bead while I hid.”

“Good boy.”

Kylo straddled his thighs again.

Beau tried tugging the satin belt loose again.

Kylo stopped him by holding tightly to the belt. “Not so fast. Your word.”

Beau played dumb. “What do you mean?”

“No moving. I have total control.”

There was nothing Beau wouldn’t promise to get to enjoy Kylo. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

With a nod of satisfaction, Kylo reached past him to the nightstand. Beau grabbed his arm, stopping him. “What if we skip that?” Beau desperately wanted to feel the effects of that bead without anything in between, but he also needed to know this was it for them. They were forever.

Kylo’s gaze moved over Beau’s face. “What are you really asking for here?”

He should have known Kylo would never be anything but straightforward. “I’m saying this is it for us. Forever.”

Kylo’s expression was hot as hell. The lust was in his eyes and riding on his cheeks. His fingers lightly caressed Beau’s erection. He shifted positions. Kylo held his stare. “Do you want to fill me with cum, Daddy?”

He was going to die. Kylo would kill him. There was no way he could stay still through this, but he would damn well try. “Good boys drip for their daddies.”

Kylo’s tight heat engulfed him. Beau almost broke his word immediately. His body wanted to jackknife from the bed. The gunshot wound that cost him his spleen screamed for him to stay still.

He tugged the satin belt, exposing the body he craved all hours of the day. “Damn. Daddy’s pretty little boy looks like he needs someone to touch him between the legs.”

Kylo tilted his chin up and sucked air when Beau stroked his cock while he bounced on Beau’s dick.

“That’s it, pretty princess. Nobody else makes Daddy feel like you do. You’re perfect.”

Kylo whimpered, and Beau fought the urge to throw him down and fuck him hard. He could turn that small whimper into a scream.

“Goddamn. That tight little asshole is Daddy’s favorite game to play. Show me how it flutters when I pet you here.” He squeezed Kylo’s erection.

“Daddy. I need...” His whimpers turned desperate.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.”

Kylo blew as Beau made the confession, but his entire body froze. He held Beau’s stare, looking shocked into silence. Beau was a bit surprised too. He hadn’t meant to say that, but he wouldn’t take it back. They had taken turns pulling each other from the edge of death. This was real. They had seen each other’s worst, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to Beau.

Despite all that, at the moment, all Beau knew was the way Kylo’s body milked him. His brain glitched and his muscles tried to snap as he fought not to move while ecstasy rocked him. He couldn’t stop gasping for air. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t on the edge of a stroke. Beau didn’t think it could get better or his orgasm harder. Then Kylo proved him wrong.

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