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“Oh, baby boy, you make me so happy. I’ve never felt this way with anyone. I was walking through a store and thought of you, and just that was enough to plaster this huge, goofy grin on my face. I caught my reflection in a mirror and stopped dead in my tracks. I’ve never smiled like that. Ever. You make me…” He hugged Josiah a little tighter. “You make me happy. You’ve lit this fire inside me that burns so hot and so bright, like in meeting you, I’ve found my purpose in life. Being your Daddy is all I never knew I wanted and needed, yet exactly what I was meant to be.”
“Damn,” Josiah said with a sigh. “That was beautiful and romantic, Daddy.”
“I love you. I love you so much. It feels like my heart can’t even contain it. Like you turned on the light after me stumbling around in the darkness for so long.”
“To me, it feels like you brought back color when my life had become so drab and gray. Now everything is vivid again, and I feel more alive than ever.”
“Tell me again, baby boy. I wanna hear it again.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
Brody cradled Josiah’s face with a tenderness that belied his strength. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, igniting a blaze of passion that seared through Josiah’s veins. “Tell me again.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
Another fierce kiss. The kiss deepened, and Josiah was pulled under by the current of Brody’s hunger. Everything Brody had tried to put into words, he poured into that kiss.
“Daddy,” Josiah murmured against Brody’s soft mouth, every nerve ending alight with desire. His taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of need and comfort, and shivers cascaded down Josiah’s spine.
“My precious baby boy,” Brody said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep within Josiah’s chest. Brody tightened his grip, brushing his thumbs over the delicate skin beneath Josiah’s eyes. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He took Josiah’s mouth again, and something ignited in them. Josiah pulled at Brody’s shirt while his Daddy dragged down his pants. Between hungry kisses, clothing came off, flew through the air, and landed in heaps on the floor. Josiah responded with an eagerness that surprised him, tangling his fingers in Brody’s hair, tugging him closer as if he wanted to crawl inside him.
They broke apart, only to gasp for air, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the sliver of space between them. Their passion was a living thing, wild and untamed, yet it was the tender undercurrent that truly left Josiah breathless. The way Brody held him as though he was something precious, something to be cherished. And Josiah, who had always felt like he was too much, surrendered to the sensation of being enough, perfectly enough.
Their naked bodies collided, clashed, and clung to each other like lifelines in the passionate storm they had awakened. Brody carried Josiah to the bed, where they crashed onto the soft sheets in a tangle of arms and legs. The heavy scent of their arousal filled the room as hungry mouths sought and found, hands reached and traced, tongues tangled and licked.
Brody worked Josiah open roughly, two fingers at a time, but Josiah embraced the sting, sharing the urgency to have his Daddy inside him. And when he was ready, his Daddy rolled onto his back. “Ride me, baby boy. Fuck yourself on my cock. I wanna see that sweet ass take every inch of me.”
Hell, yes. Josiah spread his legs and straddled his Daddy with his ass toward him. He’d give him a show he would remember. With one hand, he held up Brody’s cock as he positioned himself and began the process of taking him in. He didn’t have to go as slow as those first few times. His ass was used to it by now. And he loved that burn and wore it as a badge of honor.
He worked Brody in bit by bit until he had taken all of him and then sat down, resting his weight on his Daddy as he made a gentle corkscrew movement. Fuck, he felt so full. So perfectly stretched and split open, with his Daddy’s big cock all the way inside him.
“Fuck, what a sight…” Daddy said with an appreciative moan.
Josiah leaned forward so Daddy would have the best view, raised himself on his knees until only the tip of Daddy’s cock remained inside him, and slid back down. Oh fuck, that felt amazing. Because he was in control, he could position himself perfectly so Daddy’s big dick hit his happy spot on every single stroke. Wasn’t that handy?
Two strong hands grabbed his hips and pinned him down. “I’m all for pleasuring yourself on my cock, baby boy, but you better remember not to come without my permission.”
Oops. He’d forgotten about that little detail. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy let go of his hips, and Josiah moved again. He’d have to be more careful, try not to rub his pleasure spot every time. And for a little while, he avoided it. It still felt good, but it wasn’t the same.
Hitting that spot felt so amazing.
Daddy’s cock filled him so perfectly.
And when he angled his hips just so, an explosion of pleasure spread through him with every stroke. Would it really be that bad to disobey for once? What was the worst Daddy could do, give him a spanking? He’d been dying to experience one. How bad could it hurt? Denali had said he loved spankings, that they were erotic and pleasurable, and that he loved nothing more than being fucked right after with his ass red hot and tight. If that was the punishment for coming, wouldn’t it be totally worth it?
It had to be… right?
Chapter Eleven
Brody knew what Josiah was doing. The boy sucked at hiding his emotions, but he also wasn’t exactly subtle in the way he angled his body. He had decided that whatever punishment Brody had in mind for him would be worth it if it meant he could come.
Now, it was up to Brody to make it clear that his commands weren’t suggestions and disobedience would have consequences. For now, he would focus on his pleasure, but once that was done, he’d have to discipline his boy. He was looking forward to it.
Josiah rode him hard and fast, and Brody allowed himself to be swept up in the rhythm the boy set. When Josiah sank down, he snapped his hips upward, and their flesh met with loud, wet slaps that echoed through the room. His boy was a sight to behold, riding Brody with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and a deceptive angelic expression on his face. He was so beautiful it took Brody’s breath away.