“Daddy.” He cleared his throat and raised his chin. “If you think it’s best, then I trust you. You’ve done nothing but care for me. You’re nothing like Perry.”
“Good, and I never want to be.” I unlinked our fingers so I could cup his face with both hands. “You are mine, and if I ever make you feel uncomfortable in any way, I want you to tell me. Promise me.”
“I promise, Daddy.” He shifted in closer and threw a leg over my knee to nudge his hard dick against my thigh. He grinned slyly, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Naughty boy. What are you doing?” I leaned forward to take his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it until I heard the prettiest moan slip from him. “Do you want some of Daddy’s cream?”
He shuddered against me, and his moans grew louder. He glanced over my shoulder at the vestibule doors, and I chuckled.
“Don’t worry, Sister Joan locked up on her way out.”
“Oh.” He sent me a wicked look and I had a feeling he was up to no good. I liked this side of Phoenix and wanted to explore it more. Would he like light spankings? Something gentle that wouldn’t trigger him? It was only the beginning of what I wanted to know about him.
“What do you want, baby boy?” I asked quietly, smirking.
“Not what I want, Daddy, what I need.” He fluttered his dark lashes at me. “You. I need you.”
“Your wish is my command. Come here.” I lifted him, which wasn’t difficult to do, and put him on my lap with his legs on either side of me. He settled in, touching his forehead against mine, and I kissed him lightly, enjoying his sweetness. He tasted as if he’d eaten candy, and I’d never met anyone like him.
He wrapped his arms around my neck, securing himself there as though he expected me to throw him off. “Daddy....”
“Yes, baby boy?” I asked.
“I really do love you.” He blinked his long lashes at me and stared, and I didn’t think he wanted me to say it back, but he begged me with his eyes to acknowledge him.
I caressed his cheek and smiled at him. “I know, sugar.” His face softened with a lovestruck expression, but I wasn’t finished. “I love you, too.”
He froze, eyes widening. The apple in his throat bobbed. “You do?”
“Yes.” I cupped his face again, and my hands were big enough to nearly cover the sides of it. “Very much. I don’t ever want to give you up.”
He rushed forward, and I met him halfway, laying a hard kiss on his mouth as I curled my arms around his waist and dragged him completely against me. His body was soft but also hard in all the right places, his cock pressing against mine in his cute little black shorts. I’d been so mad that Mamma had bought him clothes, but I couldn’t deny they looked incredibly sexy.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what?” I flicked my tongue over his top lip and grinned. My cock throbbed where it was trapped in my underwear and black pants, and I wanted nothing more than to drag my chubby out and shove it into his hole.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.”
I smiled and brushed my fingers down his cheek. “Such a good boy, asking so nicely. Daddy will give you anything you want.”
He leaned in closer, his breath tickling my mouth. “I need to tell you something.”
“Hm?”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned.”
I cleared my throat to stop myself from laughing. “You’re feeling very naughty today, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” His eyes glittered mischievously and he kissed me again, and as I wrapped him up closer to me his warmth seeped through our clothes. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more.
My cock was past the breaking point, pulsing and hard, and I couldn’t wait a second longer. I needed to be inside him—but reality hit me.
“We don’t have lube, baby boy.”
Phoenix laughed and pulled out a new wallet Mamma also bought him from his back pocket, then opened it and showed me four small square packets that were clearly labeledlube.
My cheeks heated. Mamma must’ve purchased the supplies because Phoenix didn’t usually have cash, and she kept not so subtly demanding to know if I had enough money to take care of him. She had always been the type of mother who prepared us. We’d gotten the sex talk at nine, and she’d stocked us up with condoms when we hit fourteen. When she found out I was gay, she sat me down again at sixteen to give me the gay sex talk, something she said she’d researched thoroughly to teach me. It didn’t surprise me she’d prepared Phoenix because he came off as so innocent that she probably thought he didn’t know any better.
