“Let me do it.” He took my cock and guided it where he wanted me—his ass. I pressed against his hole, and I wasn’t sure about what I was doing, but Daddy licked his lips and watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in his life. I sank closer and nudged harder against his rim, and it was a jolt when his body opened up. Pressure, fiery heat, and the grunt that slipped out of Daddy’s mouth—it was all perfect. Sweat broke out on my temples, and a pleasure, so sharp it was almost painful, pulsed on the tip of my cock.
“Daddy,” I rasped. This was so different—harsher than jerking off, more intoxicating than being blown. I trembled. I loved coming with him fucking me, but I felt like my body was about to go into meltdown. My groin was nothing but tension.
“Oh, there is that cute pout.” He leaned up and sucked on my bottom lip, and I collapsed against him. We kissed, and after a minute or two I got it together enough to prop myself up on my hands. I stared into Daddy’s blazing brown eyes as I rocked my hips out and back in, and he nodded, encouraging me.
“So good,” I gasped out. “Nngh.”
He laughed. “I thought you might like this.”
He wrapped a leg around my waist and used his other hand on my hip to smash our bodies together with a strong pull that forced me forward. Delight rolled through me and I felt too close to coming.
“Daddy, it’s too good. Too much.”
“Let me take care of you, boy,” he murmured. “Let me make you feel good. Fuck me.”
My mind blanked, and he urged me to move again, and soon I was rocking and my whole world was the connection between our bodies. I couldn’t see anything except Daddy’s eyes. I couldn’t think. For what felt like the first time, it was only us. Nothing else. No pressures. Just the heaven of his body making mine feel good. My moment was rushing up on me too fast, and I began to whimper and couldn’t stop, so I bit my bottom lip to stifle the sounds.
“Oh, that is exactly what I want. Let me hear it,” he said, then kissed me again. I got loud; I couldn’t help it. I moved faster until all I could focus on was thatalmost theresensation that punched through my groin.
“Daddy,” I groaned out.
“Let it go, baby boy,” he said and held on to my lower back.
Nodding, I drove deep into his body and fell on top of his chest as my cock twitched and my balls drew up and emptied. Rapture surged through me, too brutal and focused right on my cockhead. I whined and shuddered in his arms, and almost as fast as it had started, the joy faded. A fuzzy sensation lingered to swim around in my head, and I panted and smiled as Daddy peppered kisses on my cheek and forehead.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh wow.”
He laughed, and I gasped when he lifted me up off himself and I was dragged from his hole. It was awful to be out of his heat, but he shoved me on my back while grabbing my thighs and lifting them over his shoulders. I focused on kissing him, and I was shocked when his lubed cockhead tapped my hole, but I moaned against his mouth when he plowed into me. I held on to his arms and let my head fall back as he drilled my body and attacked my mouth again. Not long later he buried his cock as deep in my hole as I’d ever felt him, and spurts of warmth filled my insides, like a kiss deep in my core.
He rested his forehead against mine and I was floating on a cloud, not entirely sure how I’d gotten here. He pulled out until he was barely in my ass, and while he wasn’t as hard as he had been, he rocked his hips lightly, and it took me a second to realize what he was doing as a grimace crossed his face. He tapped my P-spot, and I clung to him and almost convulsed in his arms. He kept going until warm waves of heat powered through my body in ripples and a few dribbles of cum spilled from my cock, and only then did he seem to be satisfied and pulled out to flop beside me on the bed.
“Daddy.... I.... Words won’t do,” I grumbled. “Love.”
He laughed and dragged me closer. “I love you, too, Phoenix.”
EPILOGUE
GIAN
I couldn’t rememberthe last time we’d all gotten together like this. It had to be years ago, right after my accident, when the family was rejoicing over my recovery. I never thought I’d want this kind of get-together again, not after my decision to go to the seminary, but sitting here at a long table with the rest of my family had me smiling. Phoenix was on my right and talking avidly to Mamma, who was on his other side, and he fit in perfectly, as though he was always meant to be one of us.
Everyone was here—my cousins, aunts, and siblings. At the head of the table was my eldest cousin, Adrian, while Ric sat on the opposite end. After the death of my uncles and my father, Adrian and Ric were the head of the family, even if Adrian had nothing to do with the business. He went into the security sector after finishing five military tours, and while he knew what the family did, he refused to acknowledge it.
Domenic, the other don in the family, sat on Ric’s right, looking as regal as he always did, clean shaven with his short dark hair slicked back. Overall, there were twenty-two of us here tonight, including Phoenix, and we were seated at the formal table in Ric’s home. We were one big Italian family, minus one. Toma’s twin brother, Sander, was out on an assignment for Ric. I didn’t need to know more than that.
Ric raised a glass of merlot to Adrian, who returned the gesture. Unlike the rest of us with our short hair and well-groomed appearances, Adrian had long wavy hair he kept braided, a septum piercing, and one of his ears was gauged with a silver ring through the silver hoop. He reminded me of a pirate. If he’d been anyone else, Ric might’ve torn his piercings out, but Adrian had two years in age and a lot of military experience on Ric, which made him the type of man no one wanted to mess with.
We weren’t entirely sure what Adrian had done in the armed forces, but it was the kind of special ops that gave him enough experience to start his own security firm for rich clientele. I’d seen a rating of his business online, and they were considered some of the top bodyguards in America. That was an accomplishment for an Italian boy from St. Loren, and he hadn’t even taken money from the family to get started.
I nudged Phoenix with my elbow, and he glanced at me, smiling wide. My heart squeezed. His multicolored eyes shined so bright he lit up the room, and his hair hung in glossy waves around his face. Since Perry’s death and the beginning of our dates and being in arealrelationship, I’d seen his confidence shift and grow. He’d become the man he should’ve always been, and I’d never been prouder of him. Like he’d promised Ric, he started helping out the business at church by keeping track of all the money that flowed in from the family and figuring out clever ways to get it paid out again. To my surprise, he was brilliant at it. I was ashamed to admit I’d been nervous about his ability when he’d mentioned to my cousin he could help. Phoenix had done what his name alluded to—he was reborn and took flight.
He’d impressed Ric so much that my cousin had taken him under his wing like an old friend, and while that terrified me, it was better than Ric wanting tokillhim.
Ric held up a dish of rigatoni and handed it to Domenic on his right. “Here, pass this down to Phoenix, he loves my mamma’s pasta.”
My aunt Sofia smiled widely at the compliment, smoothing her hand over her short, dark curls in delight. The three main women in our family—Mamma, Aunt Sofia, and Aunt Pamina—loved Phoenix, and when they’d found out his mother had passed away, it was all I could do to keep them from smothering him, not that he minded. They all checked in with him nearly daily, asking if he needed them to do anything for him while he studied, as if he was a housewife and he’d get in trouble if he couldn’t balance taking care of me and schoolwork. Sometimes I wasn’t sure what was going through their heads, but they meant well. My cousins and brothers had also started treating him as part of the family, and it was easy to see how excited it made him feel.
