Page 74 of The Twins

I show him that I want this by taking his inviting lips back upon mine. He chuckles in our embrace, and I relax, my shoulders rolling back. I inhale his scent, the scent of my first kiss.

Ever.

There’s no torment in his kiss. I don’t feel pain. I feel like a radiant version of myself. I can do anything I set my mind to.

Because I’m kissing the daddy of my dreams.

When we part, I take a hasty little breath. Our foreheads touch. “Good boys earn rewards for good behavior. Get up from Daddy’s lap now and stand by my desk. I will never unsee this night. Fuck.”

I do as he says, my hands jittery as I climb off him. It’s a simple step, but I’m fuzzy. I’m not even on my knees, but I’m restless, nonetheless.

“Now whenever Daddy goes to work, he’ll think of his baby boy. What a pretty sight you are, Remo.” He curses under his breath, his eyes roaming over my body as he sinks to his knees. I’m the sight? What about him? I’m shaking. I can’t wrap my head around what he’s about to do to me.

“Are you sure, Daddy? I’m skinny now. I didn’t take care of my body. I—”

He interrupts me. “I want you to be healthy, Remo. Whatever that looks like. You’re my good boy. I don’t need you bulked up to fuck you. You’d drive me mad if you showed up with a beer belly. I swear.”

“Okay, Daddy. I like that answer,” I tell him, a satisfied smile on my face. Daddy. The word comes easy. How can it not? I’ve been practicing it for a couple of years. “Should I unbutton my shirt for you?”

He nods, his eyes fixated on my crotch.

I move my fingers, taking my time with the buttons. There’s nothing to reveal. My weight fluctuates these days, and it’s a skinny day today. The moment my skin shows, Mr. David’s open palm traces a line down my skin. “You tempt me, Remo.”

I’ll never get tired of him saying my name. There’s a crack in his strength, a sign that even a man like Mr. David can be brought to his knees.

His caress of my skin and the sight of him in front of me cause me shivers. I sway on my feet, back and forth. Back and forth. I take a step back to grab hold of the desk behind me. I need it to preserve my balance.

“You make me dizzy,” I whisper.

“Just wait.” The smirk is cute, and I want to bite the dimple that shows on his cheek.

Mr. David reaches out for the button on my jeans. He unzips me, and his hand slides down the fabric of my jeans. I lose the ability to breathe when he strokes me above my briefs. I hold the desk behind me, willing my knees not to turn to fucking butter.

“It’s all for you,” I manage to blurt out.

“Good boy. Will you let me suck on you? Take you down my throat where you belong? Will you remember this moment?” Mr. David pulls down my jeans, my briefs following shortly after. Just like that, he’s got me in the palm of his hand.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Precum escapes my cock, and before I can reach out to clean the mess I’m making, Mr. David leans forward, sucking the head of my cock into his mouth. He kisses away the precum, slurping it down his throat with ease.

It’s just the tip that he takes into his warm mouth, but the tip is enough to render me starved for more.

“Oh, fuck.” I bite my lip, chewing on nothing but hot air. I can’t get enough of his mouth on me, and he’s only teasing me. “Please. Daddy, I need more.”

His fingers grasp my balls. He’s gentle at first, testing the waters. I watch him with a speechless expression on my face. He meets my eyes, and I give him permission to do whatever he wants to do to me.

I nod, frantic and out of my mind. “Yes. More. Please.”

A roll here. A roll there. He lets me pop out of his mouth. “You’re a big boy, Remo.” He strokes my hard shaft, and I grunt, holding back with all my power. I can’t come like this. Not right now. “I’m going to take you down my throat now.”

“You can do that?” I swallow.

“Watch me.”

Mr. David rips the band-aid. The agonizing distance of an inch or two between us ends when he joins his lips with my cock. He licks the slit, having his fun with my torment. I can’t look away.

The doubts make a triumphant return. He’s experienced. Ever wonder how many cocks he sucked to get to this level? He’s using you. You’re a tiny little body that he’s going to screw and spit out. You’re pathetic.

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