Page 27 of Shotgun Daddy
“Now let’s see if you like this,” Faustino declared.
Faustino stood up and picked Reece up in his arms, the pair of them standing side-on to the large window that looked out onto the sprawling metropolis below. Faustino wanted to take his boy in front of the city, but he also wanted to make eye contact with him while he was doing it too. This was the perfect position, andit was clear from the look of wild desire on Reece’s face that he was more than ready for it to happen.
“I want this. I want it more thananything,” Reece said, the tip of Faustino’s dick head pressed up against his wet ass hole as he held Reece out in front of him.
Faustino grunted as Reece wrapped his arms tight around his shoulders and writhed tantalizingly over him, his cock rubbing up and down on his ass.
“Well you’re going to get it,” Faustino growled, seizing the moment and guiding Reece slowly but surely all the way down his thick, solid as a rock Daddy dick.
Reece gasped as his ass took every inch of Faustino, and it wasn’t long before the pair of them were working in perfect harmony.
Faustino and Reece began to kiss passionately as Faustino’s strong arms gave Reece the perfect support to bounce, wriggle, writhe, and gyrate on his enormous manhood.
“Harder! Faster!” Faustino commanded, his voice leaving no doubt that these were direct orders and had to be obeyed without question.
As Reece began to work up a head of steam, Faustino began to thrust upward too, keeping his balance by leaning back against the wall behind him.
“Daddy… Daddy… I’m… I’m…” Reece screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head momentarily as he orgasmed, his entire body shaking and twitching as Faustino came too and shot his thick, salty load deep inside him.
“Fuck, more, more, harder,” Faustino grunted, determined that the pair of them would have the most satisfying and earth shattering climaxes possible.
Reece did as he was told and the two of them fucked right until there was nothing left for either of them to give.
When they were done, Faustino carried Reece and lay him down on the bed.
Together, the pair of them simply lied in one another’s arms. No words were needed, but Faustino wanted to make sure that Reece was okay – after all, this was their first time together…
“Baby boy, I just want to-” Faustino said.
“Daddy, I loved it,” Reece replied, cutting Faustino off before he could get to his question. “It waseverything.”
Faustino smiled.
Suddenly, all his and Reece’s difficulties seemed a million miles away. It was time to rest, recuperate, and leave life’s problems for later…
The hotel bar downstairs from Faustino’s suite was a dimly lit sanctuary, a stark contrast to the chaos in the city outside. The bar’s decor was all dark elegance. With its deep burgundy walls, leather booths with brass studs, and a row of pendant lights casting pools of amber glow across the polished wood floor, it was the kind of place that suited late night meetings.
And it was late.Verylate, in fact.
The place was nearly deserted, save for a lone bartender polishing glasses behind the mahogany counter and a couple of stragglers nursing drinks in the corner, minding their own business.
The air hummed with the low drone of jazz from hidden speakers, the notes weaving through the faint clink of ice in Faustino’s glass as he swirled his whisky.
Faustino sat at a secluded booth in the back, Matteo and Michael sliding in across from him. Reece was fast asleep upstairs, the room secure and with a guard monitoring the hallway outside the suite. Faustino slipped out quietly, leaving his darling boy curled under the crisp white sheets, his chestnut hair shiny and soft and with Squirt tucked under his arm.
Faustino knew that Reece was safe up there, the suite’s heavy door locked and the hotel’s security on alert after the scare at the grocery store. Faustino had insisted on the guard pulling a double shift too – the prospect of someone he didn’t have the same trust in taking over wasn’t going to cut it now. But as safe as Reece was, Faustino knew that there would be a fresh day to deal with soon. And then another. And then another after that.
Matteo leaned forward, elbows on the table, his black suit jacket creased from a long day.
“We’ve got a problem,” Matteo said, his voice low, cutting through the jazz like a blade. “A splinter group in the family. Some of the old guard… loyalists to the old regime. They’re not happy we’re in charge. Maybe I don’t even blame them. Fuck. I know I wouldn’t be happy if it was me.”
Michael nodded, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on his glass.
“They’ve been quiet till now, but word’s trickling in,” Michael said, his voice full of intent. “They’ve got numbers. Small, but enough to make noise. It could have been them behind the hit at the warehouse. And your boy’s stalker today? Might not be a coincidence.”
Faustino nodded. This tracked. As much of a freak as Timo Taylor was, it had seemed unlikely that he would send a spy to stalk Reece. This, however, was far more believable.
Faustino’s grip tightened on his whisky, the glass cool against his palm.
