Page 14 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

“Like that, Daddy?” I whisper, yearning for approval.

“Fuuuuck, baby, that was perfect,” he praises, reaching between my spread legs to lube my entrance. “You’re flawless. Such a good boy for Daddy, listening so well.”

He has me whimpering in seconds, able to stretch me faster than last night. His steel-hard length is positioned and ready to go. Before I know it, he’s seating himself entirely.

“God! Daddy, fuck!”I cry out, reveling in the fullness he provides.

We don’t talk much this time around, losing ourselves in the intense, hurried act. He has to go, and we both need to come.

We share grunts, groans, and moans, basking in the rolls of pleasure each pump of his hips provides. It’s primal and needy and so goddamngood!

Time seems to still around us as we both reach the edge, panting and heating up. His fist surrounds my shaft, and he strokes me with fevered passion.

“Come for Daddy, Leo. Squeeze my cock with that orgasm, baby. Be a good boy.”

That’s enough for me, shoving me over the edge. I have to bite my lip to stifle a scream.

At my muffled yell, he preens. “Mmm, yeah, just like that.”

Ezra fucks me through my peak, continuing to stroke the spurts of cum straight from my dick while meeting his own end. His warmth spills directly inside of me this time, and it makes my heart race—thinking it was so good that he couldn’t bear pulling out.

We pause, both of us having to catch our breaths before untangling from one another and dressing. Underwear only for me, given that now I need another shower.

When he’s fully dressed, I find myself almost expecting a smack of a kiss on the cheek and a dismissive goodbye. Not because Ezra seems like the type of asshole to do such a thing, but because I can’t believe I’ve gotten even this much from him.

I hardly expect it when he asks, “Do you want to go out next weekend?”

My heart seems to stop and then thudshard. “A date? Really?”

He nods, taking and kissing each of my fingers. “I’m a no nonsense kind of guy, Leo. I like this, and I like being with you. I want to get to know you and see you more. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I say too quickly, but I don’t care. I sound eager because Iameager. “I definitely want that.”

“Good,” he says, giving me that too-charming smile. “We’ll need to be discreet at first, around Miley. I don’t want to get her hopes up or confuse her.”

“Of course,” I agree, nodding firmly. “She should always come first.”

I swear to fuck his eyes twinkle. “Speaking of, I should go get her before she eats her uncle out of Cheetos. I’ll text you?”

“Yeah,” I say, breathing out.

We kiss goodbye, and I spend the rest of the day lost in dreamy thoughts of Ezra.

* * *

Our first date, Ezra takes me to a food festival downtown. We peruse the different trucks and pick out different snacks and drinks to taste. All the while, we shift from walking and talking to sitting and talking. He drives me home, kisses me silly, and leaves me there, telling me that though he’d like to stay, he wants to show me he’s here for more than one thing.

Two weeks later, we’ve officially hung out six more times. An art show, two dinners, and three hangouts at my place casually watching movies and practically worshiping each other’s bodies.

The whole time we progress, we’re able to remain inconspicuous in front of Miley. Luckily, it’s only one class a week, or I’d be in trouble; I smile like an idiot at him far too often to go unnoticed.

Two more weeks and I’m in love. There’s no denying it.

I wait until I can’t hold it in anymore, and he still beats me to it. Telling me that he loves me a week later while cooking me homemade pasta in my kitchen, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. It’s magical.

It’s the following night that he tells me about how Miley came to be. He’d been in a rough patch, and even though he was quite certain he’d exclusively liked men, he wondered if that weren’t the case. He hadn’t had a pleasant hook-up or date in ages.

And, well… women hit on him more, and a few too many glasses of wine had him finally taking one up on their offer. A broken condom and nine months later, that same woman was at his door, offering him his child. Full rights with no strings, only that he was to never contact her again.

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