Our gazes lock once more and he freezes, his cock buried deep inside me. “Imeanit.” His hoarse voice brims with emotions. “Just the three of us, forever. We get him through this, and once he’s out of office and retired, that’sit. I get my boys back, and then we hole up in a home that’sours, and we never fucking leave it. Not until I’ve shown you two how much I love you both.”
I lift my head and kiss him. “Sounds good to me, Daddy. Please let me come!”
When he slants his lips over mine, he starts thrusting again at a fast, steady pace he knows will get me over. The angle’s perfect, his cock’s perfect, and my cock is perfectly wedged between us and getting just enough friction. I can’t tell you how many times he’s fucked one out of me just like this over the years.
Kind of his superpower.
Along with being stalky.
Le sigh!
“Give it to me, baby boy,” he mumbles against my lips. “Give it to menow.”
I do. I’ll give him anything and everything he asks of me. That’s the way it’s always been between us.
I can’t say no to this man, and I don’t want to.
My body responds and clamps down on him and he groans in response. “That’swhat I wanted.”
And then he’s there, spilling and filling the condom as he falls still inside me.
His kisses grow gentle and sated. Sitting up a little, he pulls my legs around his waist and frees my hands so I can touch him all over.
I want to breathe him in, feel him.
I want to wrap myself around him and let him wear me all day long.
God, I’ve fucking missed him.
He stares down into my eyes, smirking. “You should’ve seen your face when I surprised you on your ‘date.’”
“The cock-blocking comment was a little over the top. So was the hand kissing bullshit.”
“You were sooo fucking jealous when I did that.” He grins.
“Damn right, I was.” I twine my fingers through his hair. I’ve missed this, too. Lying in bed after making love and just…playing with him. Touching him. We were both kind of starved for physical contact when we first got together, and cuddling like this became one of our things.
His smile fades and he cups my face, his gaze locked on mine. “That morning,” he quietly says. “In the SitRoom.”
I know what he means. “Yeah?”
“I need you tocometo me, totalkto me, baby boy. I’ve seen some horrible shit. The evil things people can do to each other. I need you totalkto me. I can honestly say Iama trained professional. When you see shit you can’t handle,please, bring it tome. Even if you think you can handle it. Sometimes, it comes back later in other ways.”
I nod.
“Are you okay, baby boy?” he whispers.
I start to nod but then I shake my head, because, no, I amnotokay. Sometimes, I can go several hours at a time without hearing the man’s shrieks, or remembering the blood.
Or the collective gasp in the room as the sword descended.
I’m crying again.
He rolls to his side and holds me. I really should get back to work…
But,yeah.
I can’t. Not right now.
