"Actually," Danny whispers, voice husky. "Instead of beer... what I really want is to spend the night. With you. Forreal."
My boy’s eyes search mine—vulnerable, eager.
The moment's right.
I feel it too.
No more holding back.
"Yeah," I murmur, flagging a passing cab with a sharp whistle. It pulls up curbside, yellow light glowing. "Let's go home."
We slide into the back, my hand on his thigh the whole ride—possessive, reassuring. The city's a blur outside, but inside, anticipation builds.
Back at the apartment, door barely closed before I'm on him—kissing fierce, hands roaming his broad back, peeling off layers. Danny responds with equal need, his massive frame yielding beautifully as I move and manipulate his body.
We make it to the bedroom, the king bed waiting, city lights filtering through windows. Our clothes scatter, his shirt revealing that sculpted chest, my hands tracing every ridge.
“I’ll never get tired of this view,” I say, taking a moment to admire Danny in all his strong, hulking glory.
He's breathtaking—powerful yet submissive, letting me lead.
I guide him down, exploring slow: kisses trailing his neck, nipples, abs. He gasps, arches, whisperingDaddylike a prayer.
Tonight, it’s all about me and the boy…
Chapter 11
Danny
OMG.
It’s happening.
We’re going to… fuck.
I watch as Olivier towers over me, naked, his body looking like it was carved out of the finest oak. I might be bigger than him, but there is no doubt in my mind that Olivier has the physicality to handle me right.
And that cock…
“Think you can handle it?” Olivier says, a hint of menace in his voice as he climbs on top of me and slaps his thumpingly-hard cock down against my chest, teasing me with the tip as he glides it over my nipples.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp. “I’ll try.”
“Good boy,” Olivier growls, laying on top of me and letting his full weight rest against mine as we begin to kiss once more, our tongues lapping in one another’s mouths and our dicks grinding in synchronicity.
We already know that protection won’t be needed, having touched on the subject after our previous encounter. It’s all good. We trust one another. We know there are no other people, no secrets, nothing to stop us going all out.
“Are you ready to give Daddy what he needs?” Olivier asks, taking me by my waist and flipping me onto my front before massaging my ass cheeks deeply, making them wobble and flex.
“Only if you’re ready to give me what I need!” I sass back, sticking my butt in the air and making a tempting target for my Daddy’s hungry hands.
I let out a soft moan as I feel his wet fingers push up against my ass hole, flicking, swirling, probing.
“Mmmmph,” I grunt as I push backward, feeling his wet fingers push inside me. “More. More fingers. More lube. Moreeverything.”
Olivier duly obliges and after a swift pitstop to reach for the lube in the cupboard, I’m bouncing my butt back and forth on his fingers, prepping myself like a good submissive Little should. And Daddy likes it too.
“Good boy,” Olivier roars, spanking my cheeks as they bounce. “But now it’s time for Daddy to make you his for real. You all set?”
