Page 86 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
He cracked up, his body folding in on itself as he shook. I started laughing with him, pulling him back on his side to take the pressure off his sensitive ass. I’d rubbed some lotion on it before we’d fallen asleep, but I needed to do it again before I left. I might push my boy, make him hurt for me, but I would always take care of him.
Our laughter quieted, and my mood instantly sobered as I considered where we went from here. Was he as serious about this as I was? Or was this just a one-night stand sort of thing? Heseemed into me at the coffee shop and back at the yoga studio and the club, sure, but was he still in that headspace today?
What if he didn’t want me again? What if this was the last time I’d be with him like this?
Cameron stirred beside me, bringing me back to the moment. I couldn’t believe I was already imagining our demise when I had the most perfect man in bed with me right now.
I pulled him close, kissing the top of his head. “How are you feeling about last night?”
I was a coward. I should’ve straight up asked if he wanted to continue this, if last night was okay, but as I often did, I tiptoed around the subject, trying to feel him out. I was on track to win an award for the world’s most low-key asshat.
But then he smiled, closing his eyes and humming again. “Best night ever. Need a repeat. Multiple repeats.”
My heart stuttered at the significance of what he was offering. Was he truly up for seeing where this could go? For real? “Seriously?”
Cameron’s eyes opened and found my gaze. “Of course. When a guy makes you orgasm four times in one night and spanks your ass red, you don’t let him go.”
I laughed, throwing my head back. “So it’s safe to say you enjoyed that?”
He nodded fervently. “Fuck, yes. Every single part.”
My exhale made his thick blond hair dance. “Oh, good. Because I did, too. The spanking, the humiliation, how you hurt for me, controlling your orgasms, calling you ‘boy’ . . . it was all hot as hell. I mean, shit, man—no offense, but that was even hotter than the scenes in your books.”
His eyes danced. “Guess I need to up my game, then. Probably need to keep this up so I can experiment, find what works. You know, for research.”
I groaned, palming my hard dick. “Fuck, boy.”
He grinned. “Is that a yes, then, Daddy?”
I cursed under my breath. “Of course, it’s a yes. I’d be a damn fool to say no.” And then, my heart hammering in my chest, I took a leap. “But only if you keep calling me Daddy.”
Cameron’s entire being smiled. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I pulled him into a hug that should’ve been awkward given our position but was anything but. Then I leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before I pulled back to once again look into his eyes. “So . . . any thoughts about how you’d like to spend the morning?” I let all the lust I was feeling flare in my gaze, hoping he’d see it.
His seemingly involuntary shiver told me I was successful. He pushed up on his hands and knees, throwing the sheets at our feet, and moved down my naked body to sit between my legs. I swallowed as I stared at him, my eyes tracking his every movement.
“I want to suck you off, Sam. Please, Daddy?”
“Fuck.” My eyes squeezed shut for only a second, then I opened them to find his heated gaze again, his expression gentle as he waited for my consent. “Hell yes, Cameron. Make me come.”
Cameron’s head descended, and I gasped when I felt myself being sucked into his wet heat. I still was getting used to my t-dick, as Cameron called his, and I’d been worried that someone paying it any attention would be extremely dysphoric for me. But when I saw the desire flash in Cameron’s eyes the instant they took me in, truly saw me bare for him, all that flew out the window. And his mouth on my dick right now was fucking blowing my mind.
I’d let him do this all day.
My orgasm built quickly, cresting so suddenly I barely had any warning. I shouted out “Cameron!” before I released, my backarching off the bed, my dick sucked fully into his mouth, his nose buried in the curly patch of hair surrounding it.
When I finally stopped writhing, he pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a goddamned sex god. His smirk nearly set me off again.
“What about you?”
He shrugged, flopping down beside me again and resting on his hip, resuming his earlier position. “I’m still worn out from last night.” His beautiful eyelashes fluttered closed. “But I wouldn’t say no to a bath or a massage or something.”
I chuckled, leaning up to glance at the clock. I didn’t need to start work for at least three hours, so we had plenty of time. “How about both?”
His eyes popped open, and he grinned. “That sounds perfect.”
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