Page 17 of Daddy's Pride
“Are you relaxed now, boy?”
I laugh. “Yes. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He pulls out of my sore arse with a lot more care than he entered me.
He rolls me off the wet patch and into his arms, cradling my back against his heaving chest. He strokes my sweaty hair and kisses my temple as our breathing and heartbeats slow and relax. After a while, he removes the condom, ties it, and slips out from under me to go into an adjoining room. My assumption is it’s an en suite. He returns a few moments later with a warm, damp cloth, which he uses to wash the cum and lube from my skin. He returns the cloth to the bathroom and slips back into bed, cuddling me once more.
“Do you want me to go?” I ask.
“Go?”
“I’m supposed to be sleeping on the sofa.”
“No. Stay.” He holds me tight and kisses me softly.
“Gladly.” We’ve only got this one night, so I’m more than happy to make the most of it by staying in his arms.
* * *
I wake to birds twittering, leaves rustling, and Miles’s heartbeat thrumming against my ear. My arse is a little sore, a pleasant reminder of how good last night’s sex was.
“Morning, boy.”
I smile and stroke his pecs. “How long have you been awake?”
“A while.” He kisses my hair.
As content as I am, this can’t last. “I suppose I should get up and call for a tow to a garage.”
“There’s no rush.”
My heart flutters. It’s nice to know he’s not eager to get rid of me. “I promised to give you marketing ideas.”
“And I told you that you don’t need to.”
I snigger. “I need to repay you for giving me the pounding of my life.”
“I had fun too.”
“Well, I should hope so. But seriously, maybe you could show me around while we wait for a pickup van. It would be easier to develop ideas if I can get a feel for the place.”
“I can do that. After breakfast. I’ll cook.”
“You cook too? Could you be any more perfect?”
“I’m far from perfect, boy.”
“Not from where I’m lying. My arse thinks you’re pretty perfect too.”
“I’m glad you and your arse are enjoying being here.” He rolls me onto my back and kisses me deep and hard.
I curl my toes as he pins my wrists against the mattress. Whenever he exerts his strength, I become a heart-pattering, breathless mess.
“I’m going to shower and make breakfast. Doze for as long as you want.”
He kisses me so fiercely I swear he’s going to leave my lips bruised and swollen. Not that I’m complaining.
I lie with my forearm draped over my forehead as the shower runs in the adjoining room. My heavy eyelids drift open and closed. I can’t remember the last time I woke up anywhere so peaceful. My flat is great, but a constant stream of noise from the city below disturbs me. Even at night. Traffic. Neighbours. It’s never silent or even halfway to quiet.