Page 44 of The Weight of Your Wishes

He huffs a laugh and looks up at me through wet lashes. “It’ll spread through town like wildfire.”

I grasp his chin. “Good.”

His chin trembles as a grin lights up his face; I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him happier. It makes my chest swell with pride, and I bring his soft lips to mine. We kiss for what feels like forever, our mouths moving together steadily. I hear a couple whistles from the direction of the bar, but I kiss him for a few seconds longer. It’s invigorating—feeling this content in love.

When he finally pulls away, his expression is dazed, eyes brimming with overwhelming feelings. It’s exactly how I feel, too, like my heart might rupture at any given moment from it.

The song comes to an end, and I step back from him, ungluing our bodies. I instantly feel the urge to pull him back into my arms, but I refrain. “Finish out your shift.”

He starts walking backward reluctantly. I grab his shoulder quickly and growl in his ear, “Your ass is getting a spanking for slamming my door earlier.”

His eyes flare wide, and a hint of a smirk crosses his lips. “Maybe I’ll slam doors more often then.” Then, he turns on his heels and wipes down the bar like nothing happened.The little shit.I take in the sly looks everyone’s throwing me and scoff, shaking my head.

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“Didn’t realize you were so kinky, big guy,” Hendrix says from the bed.

I take off my watch, setting it on the dresser, and undo the button on my jeans. They fall to the floor, and I toss them in the hamper. When I turn around, he gets up to his knees and pulls his tight briefs down just below the swell of his ass cheeks. Then he bends over on all fours, arching his back wantonly. He sways his hips back and forth, trying to lure me in with his ass.

And it’s fucking working. I almost want to skip the punishment and jump to the part where I’m balls deep inside of his tight hole.

I groan and grab one cheek, digging my fingers in the soft flesh. He knows how to work me up, and he does it so effortlessly. All he really has to do is look at me with those big doe eyes, and I’ll do anything he wants me to.

I rub the pad of my thumb around the tight ring of muscle between his cheeks, and he responds immediately, pushing back against it. It never fails to surprise me just how shameless he is in bed. “You’re such a slut for Daddy, aren’t you, boy?”

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

I smirk and give his ass a light swat. He jolts slightly. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

He pushes his ass out even more, peering over his shoulder at me with a devious look. “I’m such a slut for you, Daddy. Only you.”

“That’s right,” I say, and sit on the edge of the bed. “On my lap.” He wastes no time crawling over me, positioning his ass right where it needs to be. I pull his briefs the rest of the way down his strong, lean legs and let them fall to the floor. My palm circles the soft skin. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

He chuckles. “Make it sting, please. I want to feel it tomorrow when we’re on the boat, and then all night while I’m working.” His cock is already heavy against my thigh, so I think he’s more than okay with it. “This is one of the filthier fantasies I’ve had, by the way,” he adds.

Imagining him jacking off in the next room or maybe in the shower, thinking of me, has blood rushing to my cock. It’s un-fucking-real.

I’ve slapped an ass in the past, sure, but I’ve never done this or even felt like I wanted to. It’s this dynamic between us—the way he calls me Daddy and goads me constantly just to get me wound up. It makes sense with him.

He squirms on my lap, so impatient. “Ten should be plenty,” I say, and then I land the first one. He jumps but pushes his ass back against my hand. So, I land another on the same cheek. His creamy skin is already blooming red. I rub my palm against the mark, soothing it with a little pressure before swatting it again. He groans long and low.

I switch to the other cheek, giving it two hard slaps in quick succession, then trail my palm over the sore skin once more. He pants loudly in the quiet room, but his hips don’t stop. They move constantly, rutting his bare dick against my thigh. His groans turn into keening moans, and I land another slap. The redness on his flesh deepens beautifully, almost identical to the color of his lips.

“Please,” he whines, hips bucking against me.

It’s too much. “Fuck it.” I slide out from under his legs, pushing him onto his knees, and grab the lube from my nightstand quickly. He grunts but adjusts to my change in tempo easily. I drip the liquid directly onto his hole and push my finger in. Even though my cock is absolutely aching between my legs, I take the time to work him open, maybe even more than is actually necessary. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt him. Not to mention, fingering him open is no skin off my back. I love the way he rides my hand and the flush that I can see crawling up the back of his neck.

I press a gentle kiss to one of the swollen handprints on his ass and withdraw my fingers.

“C’mon, hurry up,” he demands but it sounds more like a plea. I slide on a condom, ignoring the voice in my head that says,just go in bare.Some fucking day, hopefully soon, I’m gonna throw these in the garbage.

I line my cock up with his twitching hole and give a little push. He gasps—the sound like music to my ears. It fills me with possessive need.

I’minside of him.

He wantsmeto fill him up.

Flames lick against my skin and sweat beads above my brow as I slide in slowly. The moan that escapes his lips is garbled, like he can barely form it.

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