Page 82 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“And you won’t hate me?”
Uh-oh. “Sam, you’re kind of scaring me right now.”
His nervous laugh didn’t allay my fears. “I’m sorry, Cameron. I don’t mean to. I just wanted you to know . . .” He took a deep breath, and I froze as I waited for the rest. “That book was yours.”
My mouth dropped open, and I just stared at him for what had to be a full minute. My eyes searched his, looking for any hint of inauthenticity or disingenuousness, but all I saw was an open vulnerability I wanted to soothe. When I finally found my voice, it cracked. “Sam . . . I helped you realize you were trans?”
His eyes filled with tears. “Yes, Cameron, your book changed me completely. I owe all of this—and what comes next—to you.” He swept his hand down his naked body.
The gravity of his confession settled over me, but it didn’t feel too heavy. Instead, it felt like a warm, cozy blanket. I let the weight of it suffuse every nerve ending, every muscle, every bone. Penetrate to my soul. The responsibility I felt for being so instrumental in his life was an honor I would forever cherish. “Oh, Sam,” I breathed. “I . . . I’m legitimately speechless. I . . .”
He chuckled, rubbing his fingertips from my temple down my cheek, a loving caress. “The writer has lost his words. Hope it’s not permanent.”
I shook my head, trying to clear it. “No, never. I just can’t believe . . . thank you.” I smiled at him softly. “You’ve given me such an incredible gift. I will treasure it always.”
Sam, to his credit, just grinned, pulling me from the import of the moment by holding up the dildo between us. “I have another gift to give you, if you’re interested.”
Then the bastard winked, and I laughed. “God, you’re great. Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me, Sam.”
His eyes lit on fire at that. “With pleasure. Just . . .”
I placed my hand on his arm. “I’ll walk you through it. Did Alex put lube in there?”
He leaned over the case, pulling out a small bottle. “This work?”
I quickly checked the type, making sure it would work with the silicone and the condoms, which I’d dug out of Sam’s bag for easier cleanup, then nodded. “Should be good to go. You ever opened a guy up?”
Sam shook his head.
“No problem; it’s simple. I’ll walk you through it, okay?”
He nodded, and I laid back, my head on the pillow, him seated beside me.
“Do you know the basic mechanics?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I have to prep you to take the dildo. Otherwise, I could hurt you.” He smirked. “I’ve read enough of your books to know that.”
I laughed. “So you know, then.” I bent my legs and spread them apart. “Are you ready to get started?”
His brow furrowed as he stared between my legs. His pupils were blown, and I don’t think I’d ever felt so wanted as I did in that moment. “Yes.”
“Good. Start with lots of lube and one finger. Take your time—you should be able to feel when I’m ready to take more. If not, don’t worry. I’ll let you know.”
He nodded, his gaze still focused on my dick but his body not moving to open the lube bottle.
I put my hand on his. “Sam, relax. It’s okay. You’re not going to mess this up. You’ve already made me come twice tonight, so I already know how talented you are.”
He froze, unopened lube bottle in hand. Then he set it on the bed beside me, and my stomach dropped. Did he not want to do this anymore?
But then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed my legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders and lifting my still sore ass in the air. I gasped when I realized his intent. “I have a better idea.”
Then the man dove in.
I screamed when his tongue made contact with my hole. I’d never had anyone eat my ass before, and all I could think about was how this had to be heaven because holyshit, this was goddamn divine.
As his tongue circled my tight pucker, loosening it up for him, I writhed on the bed. Well, half of me did. The other half was in the air, splayed out in front of him as he worshipped my asshole like I was a god.
Holy fucking shit. This man was going to kill me.
