He shivered, and his cock quivered and stretched longer and firmer, keeping me absolutely mesmerized until it was waving in the air. I swiped a fingertip over his cockhead, and he writhed on the bed, his mouth falling open. “Yes, Daddy.”
Sex practically glowed on his skin. The way he looked ready for me to doanythingto him, and the husky desperation in his tone, like he’d love every second of me fucking him or any punishment I gave him—no matter how awful or fantastic it turned out to be….
I finally fucking got the appeal of being a Daddy.
And I was so glad all those other men had been too fucking stupid to see what an angel they had in their bed because now I had Zayden. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead before I crawled up and wrapped my arms around him. He slithered his hand down to my groin to rest it on my trapped cock, and my breath caught.
“Not now, Z. I want to fuck you too much.”
“Not a deterrent.”
Some anger that surprised me slammed my gut and I leaned back to stare at him. “Not now, Z. I’m not ready, and it isn’t because you’re not fucking amazing. I just… need time to get my head together.”
Carefully he nodded, and something tender slid into his expression, chasing off some of the heat. “Take me to the shower? I made a mess,” he said and tapped his finger across my cheek. He popped the tip into his mouth and smiled around it. My gut heated.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Daddy, will you take my toy out for me first?” he asked.
I swore my blood heated to ten thousand degrees as he spread his legs. I reached down and eased the dildo out, and he wriggled and bit at his lip. It surprised me that I didn’t feel disgusted when I rested the dildo on my sheets. The toy had been in his ass, but there was nothing on it that worried me. That piece of silicone had made Zayden orgasm, and I was strangely fond of it for that reason. I pushed him flat on his back and stared at the pink ring of muscle between his asscheeks. I moved down the bed to get a good look, and he slapped his hands to his face.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I shrugged and leaned forward. Before I lost my nerve, I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and swiped my tongue over his hole. I was happy to discover there really wasn’t much taste, either. Z froze, and his cock twitched as I did it again and again. He was panting by the time I sat back. My cock was driving me insane, but I loved the way he seemed ready to empty his balls again, more than I cared about myself.
“Now, go start the shower for me, baby.”
He slapped a hand over his eyes and laughed. “You weren’t supposed to be a mean Daddy.”
“Hm,” I said noncommittally, but his face flushed as he got off the bed to do as I said, and the way he looked like I’d given him an early Christmas present let me know he wasn’t upset. “Don’t touch that, either,” I added, giving in to a completely selfish impulse as I brushed my fingers to his shaft. “You’re not allowed unless Daddy’s there to see it.”
He spun toward me and let out a strangled little sound. “All the time?”
The power of the moment sizzled along my spine. “Yes.”
“Am I sleeping with you tonight?” There was an edge of distress in his voice I didn’t necessarily like as he stared down at my crotch with an intense gaze that was almost unsettling.
“Yes, I don’t want you anywhere else.”
Some of the tension relaxed from his shoulders. “Thank you for the rules, Daddy,” he whispered as he left the room. I couldn’t look away from his perfectly rounded peach of an ass. I felt so far in over my head I wasn’t able to swim for air, but my cock throbbed, and I prayed I’d be able to do this without fucking anything up.
Zayden deserved the best from me.
10
Zayden
Warmth envelopedme and it was hard not to snuggle in deeper to the soft and heated skin that was already so close to my face. Dare’s scent drifted into my nose and I breathed him in, hoping to keep the smell forever in my senses. I kissed the flesh in front of me, in the middle of his pecs where there was a small tuft of hair, and hummed as I forced myself to open my eyes.
The morning sun already warmed the bedroom, even though the blue curtains kept the light at bay. I stretched my legs, yawning, and touched my palm to Dare’s chest as I leaned back slightly to stare at him. His eyes were closed, lashes dusting across his tanned cheeks gently. He looked peaceful, quiet puffs of breath leaving his mouth with every exhale. I could have stared at him forever if I was allowed; it wouldn’t be a difficult thing to do.
I danced two fingers across his nipples, and he sighed, his mouth curving upward. The snores told me he was still asleep, though. Laughing quietly, I slid from the bed, the weight of the belly nearly knocking me off-balance. I unstrapped myself, leaning the baby bump against one of Dare’s nightstands before grabbing my phone and heading to the shower. I had the sudden urge to dosomething. I didn’t know what.
Previously when I broke up with guys I always did something drastic like change the color of the walls or make massive purchases from Amazon, which I could never afford and usually meant months of scrimping afterward to pay off my credit card. This was different. I felt like I was walking on clouds, carefree and light. In this mood I could throw a party or turn on loud music and dance the morning away, but I didn’t think Dare or our neighbors would appreciate that at 7:00 a.m.
My phone buzzed in my hand as I entered the bathroom, and I glanced down at it, grinning at the Australian number that flashed on my screen. Mom. She’d left for an Australian vacation a few weeks ago and had called me once since she’d left. She told me all about the small town she was vacationing at, all the way in North Queensland. Ayr, that’s what it was called. She and my dad, Michael, were having the time of their lives, and they deserved it.
I answered the call and put the phone to my ear, whispering so I didn’t wake Dare. “Hey, Mom.”
