Page 286 of Daddy's Pride
“We’ll be out there in a little bit, girl,” he called to her in a soft, indulgent rumble, tossing the last of his clothing aside and stalking toward me. “My boy needs me right now.”
My breath caught in my throat, excitement swarming over my skin. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing him call me that. It didn’t even feel weird anymore. I knew he saw me as a grown man in the ways that mattered, but being his boy was something different.
Something I was hoping I might never have to give up.
But I’d work on convincing him about the forever part later. Right now, even though he hadn’t actually touched me yet, I felt like I might come just from his presence alone.
“Daddy?” I asked, backing toward the bed as he came closer. “Um, in case I don’t last long enough to actually do this?—”
His warm laughter cut me off as he reached me.
“Sweetheart.” He cupped my cheek. “Do you really think I expect you to restrain yourself to just one orgasm? How about we start with one right now to take the edge off? Then, once you’re relaxed, I can get you ready to take my cock.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding so fast it was a wonder my head didn’t bounce off. “Yes, please. Um, how?”
His thumb caressed my cheek. “Do you trust me, Owen?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation, because that wasn’t even a question. I was pretty sure I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone.
“Good. Then let Daddy decide.”
“Okay,” I said again, but this time it was a whisper, because even though I’d already agreed, my voice was gone. Swallowed up by the huge, wonderful feelings that swamped me whenever he took charge and let me just float along without any worries.
With nothing to do but to be good for him and let him take care of me.
My heart was pounding with excitement, but all my nerves were gone. There was just me, him, and the certainty that whatever he wanted to do to me, I would like it.
No, I was pretty sure I’d love it.
“Get on the bed, baby boy.”
I did, scooting back onto the mattress until I could lie back against the pillows.
“Spread your legs,” he said, climbing up after me.
I did that, too, my stomach clenching and my dick jumping with excitement, and when Daddy slid a hand down my thigh and gripped behind my knee, urging me to tip my leg out and expose myself, I sucked in a shuddery breath and just did what he said, watching as he moved between my legs.
His gaze was heavy and dark, his lips slightly parted, and the way he looked at me was like a caress all on its own.
“Fuck,” he said almost reverently, running his free hand down the inside of my thigh. “Look at that beautiful, tight little hole.”
I bit my lip, trying not to let it quiver.
“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve been dying to eat you out, baby boy?”
I whimpered, his words sending a fresh rush of heat through me, and when his eyes darted up to my face, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
“Is that something you’d like?”
“I, um, I’m not sure?”
I’d seen it once, when I’d been binge-watching gay porn, but no one had ever done it to me and it felt a little overwhelming, to be honest. I’d showered just before all that stuff with the insurance company and my parents earlier, but still... what if I didn’t smell good?
What if I didn’t taste good?
Daddy chuckled, leaning over me and kissing me hard. “I thought you were going to trust me.”