Page 12 of Daddy's Pride
Had he already figured out I was a boy?
“Maybe my luck is improving. But I guess if you don’t believe in luck, you probably don’t believe in serendipity or fate either. Do you?”
He makes an affirmative noise as he sits beside me, closer than before.
“There must be a reason I broke down outside your home.”
“Coincidence?” He leans so close his coffee-scented breath warms my face.
“Isn’t that another word for fate?”
“No.”
“If you say so.”
“I do, boy.”
Oh. Fuck. Never has one word been spoken in such a sexy way. His voice turns me upside down and inside out. I tremble. My skin tingles. My pulse flutters. I want this man so badly. I want his lips on mine and his hand tangling through my hair. I want his strong arms wrapped around me. We might not have met in a bar or club or via a hook-up app, but the result is the same. I’m in his home, and fuck, do I want him. I’d rather he was ripping my clothes off than behaving like a gentleman.
I lick my lips. “It doesn’t matter whether we call it luck, fate, or coincidence.”
“It doesn’t?”
“No.”
“What does matter?”
“That I’m here. With you. That we want each other.” Shit. “You do want me, don’t you, Daddy?”
He leans in closer still. “Yes, boy.”
Thank fuck for that. “Kiss me, Daddy.”
Chapter 4
Miles
I was waiting for an explicit invitation. Now I have one, I can’t resist pressing my lips to Harris’s in a firm kiss that quickly becomes fierce as he yields completely and beautifully. He parts his lips, allowing me to claim his mouth to a symphony of pretty whimpers, moans, the scrape of his stubble against my beard, and the occasional chink of teeth clashing. I loop my arm around his lower back, pulling him closer so our thighs rub together and his heaving chest is pressed to mine. He puts a hand on my arm and gently squeezes my biceps while his other hand rests on my thigh, his fingertips stroking back and forth.
We break apart. Harris’s lips are damp and swollen. Desire swirls in his eyes as he stares at me.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The way he says Daddy rocks me to my core. It’s been a long time since anyone has called me Daddy with such raw intensity.
“What do you need, boy?”
He smiles as he puffs out a breath. “I’ve had a long week and a terrible day, Daddy. Will you help me relax?” He plays with my shirt buttons, but his stare remains locked with mine.
“I can do that.”
My second kiss is hard and demanding. He complies with every request I make with my lips and tongue, allowing me to control every heady second of the kiss.
“Just like that. That’s just what I need. Fuck, you’re a good kisser, Daddy,” he whispers, eyes half-closed.
“Is that all you need to relax?”
“It’s a good start, but I’ll need more.”