“But you feel safe here. Don’t you?” He angled my head a little so I was forced to look up at him, and the look of pure and utter sincerity on his face was enough to push those earlier tears right over the edge of my lash line.
Hunter stroked his thumbs over my cheeks, catching them as they fell. The corner of his mouth tipped into a sad kind of smile and he nodded his agreement. His confirmation.
“You feel safe with Daddy, don’t you?”
I answered him with a garbled nod and a hard suck.
His smile turned into a grimace, and he thrust deeply once, twice into my throat, fingers digging hard into my skull in the most pleasurable way possible.
“You feel safe like this, and you feel safe when I’m the one on my knees too, isn’t that right?”
I blinked hard and nodded again.
“That feels a lot like love, doesn’t it?” Hunter groaned, pumping his hips again. He was fucking my throat with the shortest and most gentle thrusts, and he’d eased his way so far into my throat I couldn’t ever imagine having him anywhere but there again. It wasn’t overwhelming; it wasn’t consuming.
It was perfect.
“So.” He pulled out and I cried, chasing after him but being held back by his punishing grip. “Did you mean it?”
“I meant it,” I swore, staring up at him to make sure he knew it. “I meant it. I’m so fucking in love with you, and I don’t think I’ve ever?—”
I couldn’t even finish the confession. Hunter had clearly heard what he wanted to hear because his cock was back in my mouth and the first spray of cum shot hot and wet against the roof of my mouth. Another on my tongue, the rest of his orgasm spilling down my throat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, I loved how sensitive he was. How easy it was to get him off.
Moaning, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked the cum out of him, no longer embarrassed over the confession I’d never meant to give. Hunter liked that I was in love with him, but more than that, I wassafe hereto be in love with him. And it was so unlike any feeling I’d ever had before. The sense of protection and homecoming when I was with this man was so different from the way I felt for Silas, for Smith.
My friends.
Hunter was so much more than that. He was everything.
With a shudder that rippled through his entire body, Hunter pulled his cock out of my mouth and cradled my face in his hands, holding me so I couldn’t look away from him even if I’d wanted to.
“Tell me.”
“I love you. I’m in love with you.”
My chin trembled, the tremor getting worse when Hunter traced his cum-stained fingers across my swollen lips, hooking them over my teeth.
“I love you too,” he whispered, and then he was on his knees and his mouth was on mine, his fingers still in the way of our tongues, but I didn’t mind. He pulled my mouth open to makeroom for his teeth against mine, his lips, his tongue. I swirled mine around his fingers, chasing the taste of him and sighing happily when he finally took them away so he could kiss me deeper.
He kissed me so fucking hard I forgot my name, and then I was on my back, Hunter on top of me. Our mouths still fused together, Hunter took my own aching dick into his hand, rutting against me while he stroked me off. It didn’t take long for me to come after that. Before Hunter, I would have called my duration embarrassingly short, but after a recurring first row seat to how perfect he looked whenhecame in seconds, that worry was long gone. Hunter swallowed down my cries when I came, only breaking away to pepper kisses against my jaw when it was too hard for me to breathe.
He kept his hand fisted around my cock long past the end of my orgasm, and his face buried into the crook of my neck. With one last groan, Hunter thrust over the top of me and shuddered before collapsing onto his back beside me on the floor. We both struggled to breathe, but when his fingers sought out mine and he raised our hands to his mouth for a kiss, catching my breath had never been easier.
CHAPTER 22
HUNTER
After getting us both off, I scooped Lincoln off the floor and set him on my bed. I rarely found myself aware of the difference in our sizes, but when he nestled himself against my chest it was impossible to miss. Lincoln had been so strong for so long, especially when it came to the front he put on around Silas, and I wondered—but was afraid to ask—if the only time he was able to stop pretending was when he was with me.
“Under the blankets,” I said softly, tugging down the sheets and lifting them up over his legs. Lincoln sat up against the headboard and blinked slowly, reaching out to slide his fingers through my hair.
“You’re the best Daddy,” he murmured. “The best submissive.”
