Page 276 of Daddy's Pride

He nodded, his eyes dipping down to my chest, and then to the tent in my own pants before bouncing back to mine. “You too, Daddy?”

“Christ, you’re killing me,” I murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips, kissing him until he was pliant and soft beneath me, letting me have total control just the way we both liked.

Well, not completely soft. I groaned into his hot little mouth as his hips moved in rhythm with mine, our cocks sliding against each other until the friction of the clothes we were still wearing became too much.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I muttered, forcing myself to pull away. “Let’s get these off.”

I stripped his briefs off and tossed them aside, then wrapped my hand around him. He was perfectly proportional, slender and straight and leaking copiously from his tip.

And the minute I touched him, he lost his mind.

“Oh! Oh God. Daddy!” he cried out, bucking up into my hand as he clutched at my shoulders, his pretty mouth falling open as he panted and moaned, the most enticing sounds I’d ever heard spilling out of him.

“That’s it,” I murmured, watching his face as I stroked him, twisting my wrist just a bit on the upstroke and using his precum to slick the way. “Look at you. Fuck, Owen. Look at my sweet boy. You’re so perfect. So beautiful. So damn good for Daddy. You have no idea how good you’re making me feel.”

“Daddy,” he babbled, his eyes wild and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and body trembling. “Wanna be good for you, Daddy. Wanna be so, so good.”

“You are. You’re perfect. Do you want to come, baby? Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?”

He sobbed out a breath, nodding frantically as he tried to arch up into my hand.

“I need your words, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy! Please.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders, staring up at me. “But... but you, too. Can we? Can we do it together?”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I groaned, stroking him harder, faster, and then capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, fucking my tongue in and out of his mouth as my cock strained toward the relief it needed.

I shoved my lounge pants down, freeing it, then rolled on top of him. His sweet little body writhed beneath mine, his cock jerking in my hand and his cries muffled against my mouth as we kissed.

“Daddy’s got you, baby. I’m going to take care of you, make sure you get everything you need. All you have to do is hold on tight and give it all to me.”

I let go of his cock and pulled his hands from my shoulders, stretching them above his head and holding them there as I rolled my hips, greedily watching his face as our cocks rubbed together, the sweet friction almost enough to send me right over the edge.

I held back, though, keeping him pinned and panting as I ground down, frotting against him, holding him in place as I drove us both closer and closer to completion.

His dazed, blissed-out expression was completely intoxicating.

“Come on, baby. That’s it. Show Daddy how good you feel. Can you come like this for me? Can you get my cock wet with your cream, just for me?”

“Daddy,” he gasped, his whole body shuddering hard as his shaft pulsed against mine. “I... I...”

“Do it, baby. Be good and come for me. Give me everything.”

“Daddy.”

His back arched and he threw his head back, a high-pitched, keening cry ripping from his throat as he obeyed my command, his hot seed spurting between us as I thrust against him, heat racing down my spine as my own balls drew up tight.

The intensity of his orgasm was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen, and it was more than enough to push me right over the edge.

I growled, burying my face in his neck as I let go, pumping my cock through the slick heat between us until my own release ripped through me, painting both his stomach and mine.

“Owen,” I moaned, shuddering on top of him. “Baby. You’re going to wreck me.”

I felt his lips curve into a smile against my shoulder, and then he wrapped his arms around me, holding me just as tightly as I’d held him. “Okay.”

I laughed, rolling us onto our sides without letting an inch of space get between us.

I’d deal with the mess later. For now, I just needed... this. My boy in my arms—close and trusting and perfect—for the rest of the night.