Page 11 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

“Fuck,” I gasp, hot nerves lighting up in my stomach from his filthy mouth. “Yesss!”

His head dips down to my neck, mouth drawing in a long breath, teeth sink into the side of my throat, causing me to clench around him and nearly scream.

“Mmm,” he moans in approval. “Good ballerina boy, choking my cock with your perfect, hot little ass.”

“Daddy, I’m so close,” I pant.

He leans back up, enough to reach for my hard cock, surrounding me with his hand and giving me a tight pull. “Come for me, Leo. Let me see you lose it so I can paint your hole and fucking fill you.”

Hot waves of pleasure crash into me, and I’m done for, ropes of cum shooting from my dick. The spurts land on my stomach and his, messy and warm. His eyes blaze with approval as he pulls out of me, jerking his cock twice before he’s coming on my asshole.

I watch as he drags the head of his cock through the semen on my ass and sinks back inside of me. His eyes are laser-focused on the action as he repeats it, pushing his cum into my hole and pumping his hips a few times.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, gaze flicking to my face. “You’re incredible, Leo.”

I flush under his praise as a tired smile spreads across my face. “So are you.”

There isn’t any awkwardness when he carries me to the shower and gets us cleaned up. We kiss lazily under the hot stream, touching each other boldly, and exploring as we go. It gets to the point where we’re both hard again. Ezra takes care of that too, stroking both of us off, cocks sliding against one another in his hands, until we break, moaning into our kiss.

When we’re finally clean, he dries me off and tucks me into bed before doing the same to himself. Neither of us makes a move to leave or even suggests it. We just sleep.

CHAPTERSIX

Ezra

Knocking wakes me up before the sunlight does. Leo stirs in the arms, hearing it as well.

“Hey, sluts, breakfast is ready,” Noah calls through the door, chuckling to himself. “Wakey, wakey. I have food for youuu,” he sings.

“You’re the worst,” Leo calls out, voice hoarse from sleep.

Noah gasps. “Rude! Now hurry up before it gets cold.”

Breakfast is the last thing on my mind. I’m still reeling from the astonishing night I shared with Leo. The way we touched each other and couldn’t get enough. The way he made me come alive. He was perfect. Everything I craved and more. I’m tempted to ignore our friends in favor of another round if it weren’t entirely too rude.

Reluctantly, we leave the bed, getting dressed in our clothes from last night. We take turns freshening up and then head toward the dining room, opting not to talk about last night. Yet.

“Morning,” Henry greets, sending a smirk my way. “Sleep well?”

I ignore him, sitting down at the table.

“Yes, thanks,” Leo answers, sitting next to his friend.

Henry nods, not adding more. The silence is fleeting, though. Just as we’re settled into our seats and getting food, the conversation begins again

“Heard some interesting things walking by our guest room last night,” Noah muses, laughing as Leo immediately turns red.

The ballerina shakes his head. “No, you didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did,” his friend disagrees, offering a big grin and a knowing smirk. “Never thought about a threesome before. Though, would it be four now?”

Leo buries his face into his hands and groans. “You’re the worst.”

“But you would fuck me,” Noah sings in response. “Such a flattering thing to overhear, don’t you think, Henry?”

The older man shrugs. “Never had a thing for twins but—”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” I snap, sending Henry a warning glare. He only chuckles, picking up his mug for a sip of coffee. I know the smug bastard isn’t even entertaining the idea of sharing, he just wants to work me up. He’s just as possessive as I am, if not more.

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