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“You do like it,” he breathed out, a gorgeously hopeful grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah, baby, I do.” My hands dropped to his hips, and I moved him, thrusting up to rub myself along his crack as I rocked him back and forth over my shaft. “But you’re right, not everyone does.”

“I… I think I would,” he panted, his pupils blown wide. “If you would? Can we? Daddy? Will you… will you fuck me?”

Yes.

Christ.

Anything he needed, every time he asked me, would always be yes for him. But this? Asking me if I wanted to fuck him?

That wasn’t just yes. It was a gift, a blessing, and a higher calling I was more than happy to answer.

It was a hell yes.

It was also the best way I knew to show my boy how I felt about him.

Because the last thing I wanted to do was scare him off by saying the actual words too soon.

Chapter 13

Owen

The hungry sound Daddy made as he surged to his feet, holding me like I weighed nothing while I did my best impression of the clingy little monkey I always seemed to become around him, sounded like a definite “yes” to me.

And I was so, so ready for it.

Nervous since I knew how big his dick was and wasn’t sure how it was supposed to actually fit inside me? Yes.

But also excited, horny, and... and I think the best word was euphoric? Also yes. Massive yes.

If I hadn’t already figured out that I was in love with him, the way he’d helped me see the whole situation with the hot water heater—no, with the whole house—had lifted a weight off me that I hadn’t even realized I was carrying. It felt like there was all this new space freed up inside me. Like I could breathe.

And all that space was filled with him.

With… with my feelings for him.

I knew I’d still have to deal with them, with my parents, but I hoped that when I did, I’d be able to hold onto how good and confident I felt right now, but even if I had trouble with that, I knew for sure that Daddy would help me remember how.

But that was for later. Right now, I just wanted to live inside this feeling a little longer.

Well, this one and hopefully some brand-new ones, too.

The minute he set me down on the bed, I hopped right back off it so I could strip all my clothes off, any feelings of self-consciousness over how small and scrawny I was already burned away under the heat he’d been looking at me with all week.

I didn’t even feel shy about it. There was no need. He’d already seen all of me and I knew he liked it, and since only the best things ever happened when we were both naked, I didn’t want to waste a single second.

Daddy chuckled, his eyes tracking my every move. “Eager, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. And that was another amazing thing about being with him. I never had to pretend with him. It felt like he already knew everything about me before we’d actually met in person, and he’d never once made me feel like who I was wasn’t enough, even when I had sometimes felt that way.

But I didn’t anymore.

I couldn’t.

Not with the hungry, almost wild way he watched me as he slowly started taking his own clothes off, too.

He didn’t glance away once, not even when Stumpy barked at us from the living room and then gently scratched at the closed bedroom door.