Page 37 of Unwrap Him

I gape at him for a moment before shaking my head. “No… not really.”

“Not at all,” he argues, head cocked to the side. “James, this might come as a bit of a shock to you, but what happened last night… I’ve been wanting it for a while.”

I’m speechless. I really had no idea…

“I guess you hid it pretty well, then.” I clasp his arms in my hands to unfold them, my fingers sliding down to his. Lifting his hands, I place them on my chest, the feel of his warm palms tightening my nipples. “What am I supposed to do with you now?”

He tugs his lower lip with his teeth. “There’s a lot you could do…”

“Mm…” The hum slides up my throat as I watch his mouth, before my eyes drift down to what he’s wearing. “That apron really is ridiculous.”

He lets out a boom of a laugh that squeezes my chest. He looks so beautiful when he’s smiling, cheeks flushed, perfectly straight white teeth… He’s really fucking pretty. Adorable and sexy in his sheer gorgeousness. And he has a great laugh.

All these things I’m noticing… It’s like a revelation. Not only am I finding myself so magnetically attracted to a man, but he’s also my kid. And for the first time in the last two days, the taboo of this notion isn’t making me want to run and hide…

It’s making me hard as fucking stone.

“Don’t distract the chef while he’s working.” He gives me a scolding tone, though he’s grinning up a storm, dazzling me as he does.

He shifts and reaches over to the pie filling in the bowl, swiping his finger into it. Then he holds it up to my lips.

“Taste,” he rasps, almost pleading with his eyes and that sultry voice, like sex for my ears.

Wrapping my lips around his finger, I suck the flavor off, sweet and tart blueberry bursting on my tongue. Even after it’s gone, I keep sucking, holding his gaze. His pupils dilate, lips parted as an eager breath rushes from him.

Hips surging forward to grind into his, I remove his finger from my mouth and reach behind him to take some filling on my own finger. My larger body is draped over his, pressing him into the counter while I give him my fingertip to suck, and he does, greedily. Reminding me of last night, when we both lapped up his cum from the same fingers.

I’m going out of my goddamn mind.

Jesse sucks my finger thoroughly, whimpering as he goes until I tug it back, immediately grasping his jaw and pulling his lips to mine. In this moment, I can’t not kiss him. I’m not sure anything could keep me from licking in his delicious mouth, giving him my tongue and groaning when he flicks it with his, lazy in his lustful strokes.

We’re swallowing each other up, moving together, breathing together, sucking and biting and tasting and just bursting into flames with our mouths working hungrily.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” I purr to him, reaching behind him to untie the apron. “I don’t know where you came from… But you’re just so damn tasty. I want to eat you the fuck up.”

A rugged moan quivers his lips beneath mine. “I’m here, James. Devour me.”

Humming a sound of pure carnal starvation, I suck his lip once more, before letting it go with a snap, yanking the apron up over his head. I toss it onto the floor, then slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly, kneeling as I do.

Jesse’s face is priceless. His eyes are wide, shining with anticipation as he steps out of his underwear, leaving him naked and standing above me like the beautiful treat he is. My eyes land on his erection, right in front of my face, stretching long and thick, up to his navel.

I never thought I would look at a dick in such severe appreciation, but I am right now. His is perfect.

Proportionate, pale complexion only slightly darker than that of the rest of him, a blush pink crown atop his many inches, like a piece of candy waiting to be sucked. I can’t believe how blessed he is… I mean, I’m big, I know that. But I’m also a much larger man than him. He’s packin’ heat, and it’s fully hypnotizing.

“My eyes are up here,” he teases, and when I give him a little scowl, he chomps onto his bottom lip, awaiting some sort of punishment for that snarky comment.

Maybe that’s what he likes… Or maybe it’s what he wants from me.

His Daddy.

God, that’s so weird and creepy, but also somehow hot as fuck.

I think I have issues.

But there’ll be plenty of time to unpack my problems later. For right now, I want to try this out…

Grasping his erection, I aim it toward my lips. Then I extend my tongue, fluttering it over that swollen pink tip.

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