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Romare shifted to his knees and planted a kiss on my lips. “I’m lucky,” he whispered. “You’ve been nice to me. A dick sometimes, but nice.”

I let out a laugh. “Yeah part of me can definitely be a dick, but I won’t be that way to you anymore.”

I kissed him right back. The taste of ripe strawberries lingered on his lips and I let myself be lost in it. When I pulled back, he sighed against my mouth, and my cock throbbed in return.

When we pulled back, I pushed Romare’s hair behind his ear. He beamed up at me, that angelic face hiding layers of pain and hurt that would take years for me to fully understand. But he seemed like he was in a better place now than he was before. That was all I could hope for.

“Daddy,” he moved closer to me and bit his lip. “Can we-”

He didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Romare must have seen the lust on my face. I turned around and snapped my fingers at the workers scattered on the beach.

“Fuck off!” I called to them. “Give us some privacy!”

Our security and the staff disappeared, leaving us on our own. I turned to Romare and he attacked me, climbing onto my lap so fast that I was left with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide. He pushed a hand into the center of my chest, and I lay back on the towel.

“You always do the work,” Romare said as he smiled down at me. “Can I do it this time, Daddy? Let me make you feel good.”

I grinned up at him. “Get to it, baby.”

Romare chuckled and tugged my swim trunks off. He followed suit, and he knelt on the towel before he dug into one of the bags we brought with us. Romare pulled out a bottle of lube and poured a ton into his palm. He turned to me and wrapped his hand around my cock.

His slick skin slid up and down my flesh as he gazed at me. I surrendered to it and let little Romare take control for now. If he wanted to please me, I would let him. He’s a hell of a lot more confident than he was before. I could see how much he’d grown and it was amazing.

“Does that feel good, Daddy?”

I groaned and nodded. “Damn good.”

The smile that curved Romare’s lips were adorable. He sped up, one hand fondling my balls as he watched me, taking in every expression to make sure he was doing a good job.

“Good boy baby,” I said to encourage him. “Keep going.”

Romare’s face lit up and I felt the oddest tingles running through my body. He liked to be praised and I liked to praise him right back. Maybe that’s why we worked so well together.

He climbed up my body and positioned himself over my cock. I raised a brow. Was that what he was going for?

“You’re being brave today,” I said.

Romare’s cheeks flushed. “Only for you,” he whispered back. “I want you to feel amazing.”

With that, he sank onto my cock. The sound of his moans filled the warm air, and the sun bounced off of his skin beautifully. Every bruise he’d had before had faded so much that they were barely recognizable. Romare practically glowed.

“You look so good,” I said as I gazed up at him. “My little angel.”

Romare moaned and sank down more. “Daddy, please.”

“I mean it,” I said as I reached out and caressed his cheek. “You are the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. Ride me, Ro. Come on, I want to feel your hole squeezing around my fucking cock.”

A shiver worked its way over Romare’s skin and he nodded hard. He dropped himself down, taking in the last bit of me before he tossed his head back and moaned. I matched the sounds he made, reveling in how perfect he was.

My heart pounded in my chest. I love him so damn much. Romare had yanked me out of the darkness and tossed me into the light. Did he even know that? He’d dragged me out of the depression that I had sunk myself into years ago and I never would have escaped without him.

One day I would tell him that. When I knew I wouldn’t break down as I said it. Or maybe I would keep it locked inside forever. Bianchi men were never all that expressive. My nephews had at least been told that they didn’t have to be numb all the time. But Vincenzo and I had been. His children had softened him up, but life had done nothing but harden me.

Until now.

I wrapped my arms around Romare and lifted him up. He could show me how much he could fuck himself on my cock another day. But I needed to fill him until my brain went back to being quiet. I rolled us over and laid him on the towel. As soon as he was down, I thrust into him hard and Romare cried out.

“Harder, Daddy!” he cried. “Claim my little hole!”

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