Page 13 of Daddy's Pride

I chuckle and cup his cheek in my hand. His stubble is just long enough to be soft against my palm. “How much more?”

“Show me your bedroom, Daddy.”

I thread my fingers through his and lead him upstairs to my room. Thank god I prioritised decorating my bedroom. I’ve not done anything fancy with it, but unlike most of the house, it’s not a building site. I give him a few seconds to admire my handiwork, then push him against the wall beside the bed so I can devour his lips.

“You’re so masterful. I love it. Show me how strong you are, Daddy.”

My pulse increases. I catch hold of his wrists and pin them to the wall above his head with one hand. I fist his T-shirt with the other, holding him roughly. “Like this, boy?”

His smile flickers with excitement. “Exactly like that, Daddy.”

“You like being held?”

He licks his lips. “Yes. It’s sexy.”

Fuck. I slam my mouth over his and push my body against him, kissing him as roughly as I’m holding him. His heart thrashes against my chest, and his cock plumps up, creating a hard bulge against my thigh.

“You like to play rough, boy?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me your safewords.”

“I use the phonetic alphabet.”

Why is that so sexy? I crush his lips beneath mine for a few seconds, then pull away so he can explain more fully.

“It’s traffic lights but more fun. Golf, Yankee, Romeo. I figure my Daddy is going to stop if I call out another man’s name during a scene.”

I hum in agreement.

“You know the phonetic alphabet, right, Daddy? You must, from being in the army.”

I nod as I kiss his neck and jaw. It’s probably because I’ve been sex-starved recently, but I can’t get enough of this man now I’ve got permission to touch and taste him. “Tell me what else you enjoy, boy.”

“A little pain. Enough to get my blood pumping.”

I tweak his nipple. “Like this?”

“Yes, Daddy, just like that.”

“Fuck.” I press my forehead against his chest and inhale deeply.

“What are you thinking, Daddy?”

“That the perfect boy has been dropped onto my doorstep.” How is it possible that this stranger enjoys receiving the things I love giving out?

He laughs. “Are you sure you don’t believe in luck or fate?”

I grunt and kiss him fiercely. “I might be willing to shift my opinion on that.”

“What do you enjoy, Daddy?”

I tighten my grip on his wrists. “This. And this.” I pinch the tight skin across his throat between my teeth.

He shivers and groans. “And rough sex?”

“I like to hold my boy down and fuck him hard.”