Page 273 of Daddy's Pride
Owen made a distressed little sound, freezing in place.
“Baby?”
“Why? Did I do something wrong?”
The question startled a laugh out of me, followed immediately by a wave of tenderness that I’d never had with any other boy.
Probably because none of them had truly been mine.
“Never,” I promised him. “I just know you’re tired. It’s been a really long night, and I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
A look of determination settled on his face, his arms coming around my neck and locking into place. “Daddy. Overwhelm me, please.”
I laughed again, a sharp bubble of joy bursting in my chest. “Sweetheart…”
He covered my lips with his fingers, much like I’d done to him once. “Please?”
I captured his hand and kissed the palm, then pulled it down to rest on my chest. Daddy knows best was on the tip of my tongue, but I honestly didn’t know if that was true right now.
The caretaker in me wanted him to get the sleep I knew he needed. To have some time to sit with the idea of our relationship suddenly changing. To ease himself into what I assumed was his first time being intimate with another man.
But the way he blinked those big eyes at me was my undoing. I doubted I’d ever be able to deny him anything he asked for.
And I hoped like hell I’d have a long, long time to find out.
“What would you like to do, baby boy?”
His breath hitched, his pupils darkening with desire as he squirmed on my lap. “Um, everything?”
I slid my hands down to his pert little ass, pulling him closer as a quiet groan escaped me.
“Can you be more specific?” I begged, my voice husky with need.
Need for him, but also the need to please him, pleasure him, show him just how good I knew we could be together.
His face bloomed with color again. “Um, what were you going to do with the… uh, the other boys? At your club.”
Nothing.
Ever.
No one existed but him.
“They don’t matter, sweetheart. We can do anything you want.”
“Yeah, but you said you went there because you wanted something, um, physical?” His blush got even deeper, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper as he added, “Like… sex?”
My cock jerked under his ass, making his eyes widen and his breath gust out in a breathy little “oh.”
“Baby, you’re killing me. And I did say that, but do you remember what else I said?”
He nodded. Then shook his head. Then gave me a helpless look that was my fucking kryptonite.
“What I want most is to be your Daddy. More than sex. More than getting off, even though you very obviously turn me on.”
He ducked his head, hiding a smile.
I tipped his chin back up. “But I don’t expect any of that from you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want?—”