Page 13 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

Leo

There’s a bit of morning traffic, but not enough to make me spiral. It still doesn’t stop me from running up to my building and rushing up the stairs so fast that my lungs burn.

Ezra follows me up to my apartment—keeping pace easily—and I don’t question it, too busy thinking of Toast. I can’t believe it slipped my mind that she shouldn’t really be alone longer than ten hours. Twelve isn’t much longer, butstill. I’m worried. I feel like the worst cat dad on the planet.

I shove my door open after struggling with the key and rush inside, not bothering to latch it behind me. The biggest rush of relief fills me when I get sight of my girl snuggled up on the couch. I slump to my knees in front of her, smacking two quick kisses to the top of her head, shocking her awake.

“I’m so sorry, Toast,” I tell her, stroking her fur.

She only purrs, tucking her head to roll on her back and expose her tummy. My shoulders loosen from the stiff and anxious position they’ve been in. Nothing is wrong. I can breathe properly again.

“Seems like she’s okay,” Ezra comments, surprising both Toast and me. Her little head pops up, tilting to the side as she assesses the new man in the house.

He looks way too good in my space, leaning his bulky frame against the doorway that’s between the kitchen and living room. He’s as tall as my bookshelf, the top of his head nearly resting against the oak shelves connected to the wall.

“Yeah, she’s okay,” I agree. “Thank you for bringing me here. I really was worried.”

I add the last part, hoping he doesn’t think otherwise. I liked hanging out with him, and I really don’t want him to think this was some lame excuse to dip out without talking about last night.

“I know you were,” he says softly. “Caring for a pet can be intense. Worrying is normal.”

“Right. Well, um—” I get to my feet. “This is my place. It’s not much but it’s cozy for an apartment. Safe, which is mostly why I bought it. I get a bit nervous in some buildings. I genuinely don’t understand how structures don’t collapse in on themselves, but this one seems sturdy enough.”

He blinks at me, and then tosses his head back, letting out a full-bellied laugh. “Yes, it’s a sturdy building, Leo. I’d attempt to explain the engineering of buildings and their structural integrity, but I can think of about ten other things that I’d rather do with my mouth and your undivided attention.”

Gulp. “Oh, wow. You arebold, Mr. James.”

“I think you quite know that I prefer Ezra or in this specific case, Daddy will do.”

Surely my mouth is just hanging open.Better close that.“You want to stay then? For…?”

“Unfortunately, I have to be across town in an hour,” he says frankly, moving to consume my space. We’re toe to toe, close enough to kiss. “But if you’d be agreeable to it, I would love to give that tight little ass another hard fuck before I go.”

“Yeah?” I croak.

“Uh huh,” he agrees, nodding slowly. “I’d take you over to that counter, strip you down, lift one of your pretty little legs up, and let you show Daddy how flexible you are while I fill you up again. Need to see you dripping with cum again because, baby, it’s a fucking sight.”

“Let’s do that,” I reply with no hesitation.

“What do you say?” he tsks.

“Um…”

“Say,please, daddy. Take me to the kitchen and fuck me full.”

Chills scatter down my arms, pebbling my skin. “Please, daddy. Take me to the kitchen and fuck me full.”

“Of course, baby,” he agrees. Then he’s on me, kissing me hard and guiding me into the connecting room.

Clothes disappear, moans are shared, and greedy touches are exchanged. A familiar sounding cap clicks open, and he’s spinning me around, hips meeting the edge of the island countertop.

“Lube?” I ask.Where did he get that?

“You keep it on your bookshelf,” he answers easily. The bookshelf he was standing next to previously.Damn, he’s good.

“Leg up,” Ezra instructs. “Big stretch, I want to see that pretty hole move, ballerina boy.”

Attempting to be smooth and alluring, I easily extend my right leg up, lifting it high and pointed. Knowing it’s impossible to be fucked without anchoring myself, I allow my knee to relax, connecting my foot to the counter. I’m still splayed wide open for him, pushing my bottom back against his crotch now that I’m more stable.

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