Page 199 of Daddy's Pride

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Page 199 of Daddy's Pride

“It’s my turn now. Get on the bed.”

“Your turn for what, Sir?”

All Brody had to do was quirk an eyebrow, and Josiah hastened to obey him.

“My turn to explore your body. I’m intimately familiar with your ass after our scene together—I’ve jerked off to that memory almost every day since, by the way—but I’m eager to discover all your sensitive spots.”

Josiah stretched out on the bed, and Brody took position next to him. “Be still.”

He kissed him again, a dominant, claiming kiss. Josiah’s head spun with the need for more, but he fought to stay as motionless as possible, which wasn’t easy. Brody’s lips found the inside of his wrist, sucking gently at the pulse point. How could something so seemingly innocent feel so good?

The real exploration began as Brody traced the contours of Josiah’s figure like an artist shaping his masterpiece. He touched first with his hands, sometimes featherlight, sometimes pinching or scratching. Lips followed, pressing against the hollow of Josiah’s throat, his collarbone, drawing a gasp that fluttered into the charged air. His tongue traced paths on Josiah’s heated skin, teasing his belly button and venturing lower.

“Stay still,” Brody murmured, nuzzling the sensitive skin on the inside of Josiah’s thigh. Shivers rolled down his spine. But staying still felt like holding back the tide, impossible when every caress drove his need higher.

“If you don’t stay still, I’ll have to start over.”

Start over? Jesus, help him.

“Please,” Josiah whispered, not hiding his desperation as Brody’s mouth trailed lower, mapping the planes of his abdomen, then descending farther, teasing the lines of his hips again. Each kiss was a starburst, each nibble a lightning strike across his sensitized flesh.

“Quiet,” Brody said, but the command held warmth, a tenderness underneath the steel. The duality of Brody—the caring man and the demanding Dom—ensnared Josiah completely, binding him not with ropes but with the invisible threads of trust and desire.

Brody’s lips hovered over Josiah’s straining cock, a whisper away from inciting another moan, when a devilish glint sparked in his eyes. “You keep squirming like that, and I might have to spank you.”

Josiah, caught between a gasp and a giggle, arched an eyebrow playfully. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

His hitched breath betrayed the flicker of excitement at the notion. He wanted to feel Brody’s hands on his skin. He wanted to see his handprints, his marks on himself.

“Careful, or I’ll make good on it,” Brody said, though his eyes told a different story.

“Promises, promises.” Josiah grinned, daring Brody to escalate their game.

But the playfulness faded as quickly as it had appeared, the atmosphere thickening with desire once more. Brody’s attention shifted, his demeanor turning earnest as he leaned down. His warm breath brushed against Josiah’s cock before his mouth finally enveloped him, drawing a long, tortured groan from deep within Josiah’s chest.

Josiah threaded his fingers through Brody’s hair, anchoring himself as pleasure threatened to send him spinning into the void. He arched into his touch, unable to stay still. Brody worked with a precision that spoke of vast experience, his tongue tracing patterns that made Josiah’s toes curl into the sheets.

“Mmm, you taste good.” Brody let go of him. “Can I fuck you, baby boy? Is that okay?”

Josiah, floating on cloud nine, waved his hand vaguely. “You can do whatever you like, Sir.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say to a Dom, baby boy.”

Josiah shrugged. “I’m saying it to you. You’re not just a Dom.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Lube’s in the drawer.”

“Condoms?”

“I’m on PrEP and negative. Tested after we…”

Brody kissed him softly. “Good boy. Same for me. I’ll enjoy taking you bare, baby boy. Seeing my load drip out of you.”

Brody prepped him methodically, and Josiah’s body cooperated until he was squirming with need. “I’m ready, Sir.”

“Is that for you to decide?”




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