Page 275 of Daddy's Pride

I pulled him in for another quick kiss, already addicted to his taste, then put him on his back and slid him up the bed until he was propped against the pillows.

He was already so hard for me. I could see the outline of his cock under the soft fabric of the t-shirt I’d given him to sleep in, his knees falling open as he looked up at me, waiting to see what would happen next. Trusting me with it.

God. My beautiful, precious boy.

I knelt between his legs, cupping his face as I took a moment just to stare at him.

He gave me a questioning smile.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby boy.”

Of course I got a blush, but he also looked away, fiddling with the sheets. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I don’t have to say anything,” I reminded him, turning his face back to me, “but what I do say will always be the truth. Can I look at all of you?”

He nodded, his eyes shining and that sexy little hitch in his breath again.

“Words, baby. Tell Daddy yes.”

“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes wide and cheeks pink.

I stroked his hair. “Such a good boy.”

The praise had him humming with happiness, his eyes fluttering closed for a minute.

I chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle his ear. “Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like it when Daddy tells you what a good boy you are?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, squirming deliciously.

“Such a good, beautiful, perfect boy,” I said, trailing kisses down his neck, and smiling against his skin when he shuddered. “My perfect boy.”

“Yes,” he moaned as I pushed the hem of his shirt up, then lifted him so I could take it off completely before mouthing my way down his chest, licking a line down the center, then tracing his ribs and finding his ticklish spots.

“Oh, God,” he said, wriggling beneath me as he broke out in giggles. “Not fair!”

I grinned at him. “No? But I thought you wanted Daddy to be in charge.”

“Yes, please,” he breathed out, the giggles giving way to hot, pulsing need. “I do. I’ll be good. Please, Daddy. I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”

“You already are,” I said, capturing a nipple and sucking.

He gasped, arching up underneath me and clutching my head to his chest. “Daddy! Tell me, um, tell me what to do!”

“Mmm,” I said, laving the little nub with my tongue and not letting up until he was panting. Then I surged up, hovering over his body, and cupped the side of his face. “You’re doing so well, baby boy. You’re perfect for me. And the only thing you have to do is this. Show me what feels good. Let me hear all your sexy little sounds. Give me all your pleasure, and let Daddy take care of everything else.”

“Daddy,” he whispered, blinking up at me in a beautiful daze.

“Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

He nodded, flushed and wide-eyed and trembling... and so damn gorgeous I could happily have just stared at him and been completely satisfied for the night.

Or not. Because the truly satisfying thing would be making sure he was satisfied… and the way his hips kept arching up, trying to find something to rub against, was so innocently alluring that I couldn’t resist.

I reached between his legs and cupped his cock through his briefs, groaning along with him when it twitched in my hand.

“Daddy?”

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to take your underwear off, is that okay?”