Roman, though… he wasn’t just hot enough to make my tuck start to feel uncomfortable, he was also smart, stable, and—my number one requirement when planning for tonight (fine, number two, but the man had also been stubborn enough to resist my charms online for weeks, and hestillhadn’t let me see what he was packing behind those very well-fitted trousers of his)—he was unavailable. American, and headed back to New York after the weekend, so there was no chance he’d steal my sweet little sugary muffin from me before I figured out how I was ever supposed to be ready to let Isaac go.
I made like Scarlett O. and decided to think about that one tomorrow, though.
Or never.
Well, at least not tonight. Tonight, Roman was perfect for us. As soon as I got Isaac fully on board, he would help my boo finally discover the wonders of getting pounded like a tray full of lemon drops during happy hour… and he’d also prove me right about what we needed long-term in our lives.
A Daddy.
Oops, not we. I’d meant Isaac. WhatIsaacneeded.
He needed a Daddy to cling to, a Daddy who would help him shine, a Daddy who would cherish him, and of course a Daddy to stuff him so full of cock that he’d forget his own name.
And while it had to be said that I possessed a great many talents and had refined my head game—and my arse game, just saying—until it was basically a superpower… I simply couldn’t make myself be the Daddy that Isaac so desperately needed.
I wanted to.
God knew I’d tried.
But not only did Roman look at Isaac the way Isaac deserved—like he already saw him for the treasure he was—but the man had the kind of masculine, smoldering, big-dick Daddy energy that made my hole twitch just from being close to him.
Pretty sure I’d never hadthateffect on my baby Isaac. The poor dear would’ve probably had a stroke if his hole had ever started twitching around me.
I huffed out a quick breath and did my best to push those hole thoughts aside and focus on Isaac and his new Daddy.
HistemporaryDaddy. No one was displacing this girl in my boo’s life quite yet.
Daddy was giving Isaac that patient, smoldering attention of his while Isaac said something about rules and regulations or whatnot, stumbling over his words and making no sense at all as he blushed and stammered and not-so-subtly tried to hide that impressive hard-on of his.
He was a mess… but a mess who clearly needed me to help move things along.
And Isaac needing me? That sugar rushnevergot old.
“That’s it, Isaac, honey.” I rubbed my hand in tiny circles at the small of his back. It always helped to relax him, and the way Daddy Roman’s hotness was making him all tongue-tied, he clearly needed all the help he could get. “You tell him. Let Daddy know that he’s gotta work for it if he wants a crack at this sweet booty.”
I dropped my hand lower and squeezed a handful—to stay in character, of course—and Isaac squeaked.
Daddy Roman laughed, a booming sound that made my stomach quiver inthemost delicious way.
“You definitely know how to work him up, Miss Diva. You two are gorgeous together.”
I preened under Daddy’s praise for a moment before remembering that I’d been trying to do the opposite of work Isaac up.
Okay, so maybe my relaxation techniques were a bit rusty. My boo knew I was just trying to be supportive, though. And he knew enough to lay down his rules and limits and whatnot too, since we’d been over most of the details of how this Daddy business was supposed to work before I’d ever accepted this gig.
At least, I thought we had?
Okay, fine. Not every detail of the conversation we’d had about the topic was crystal clear in my mind at this point, but I did remember that there had been some hot Daddy porn online that had inspired me to make a profile on Cuffd, and then I’d gotten embarrassingly teary-eyed over a blog post by a cute little twink who called his boyfriend “Daddy.”
That Daddy,allegedly,didn’t just fuck his boy silly the way it happened in porn, he also doted on him and pushed him to be his best self and did all those other ridiculously schmoopy things that no one believed actually happened when it came to relationships.
Andthen, when Isaac had come home,someonehad made their roommate read the blog, too… right before claiming that Pussy Galore was shedding, wiping the “cat hair” out of their eyes, blowing their nose in an extremely unladylike manner, and promptly deciding that the only solution was to drown their sorrows in a pitcher of mojitos.
Or two.
Three?
Okay, well, the relevant part here was that after my hangover had worn off the next morning, Isaac had told me he wished he had a Daddy, too… or maybe I’d told himIthought he needed one?
