Roman thought my boo was nervous because of the audience, not because we’d never kissed before today.
I felt a twinge of guilt for lying to him.
Just kidding. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Anything to be right here, right now, with permission to do all the things I’d always wanted with my sweet little boo.
Well, not all of them. No one was suggesting I bury my tongue in his arse or fuck my cock into his foreskin, but a girl could dream. And kissing? Kissing was definitely on the list of self-care fantasies I’d spent a little quality time with over the years.
Men loved my mouth, and they were right to. I’d been blessed with the kind of lips others had to pay for, and if there’d ever been any doubt why I was put on this earth, the fact that it was perfectly designed to suck a cock would have put that to rest. But the oneIwanted? Soft, narrow lips, tiny, gasping breaths, and a perfect cupid’s bow that tasted like cherry syrup was all I asked.
Isaac had the prettiest mouth I’d ever seen, and I might have fallen just a little bit in love with Roman for giving me permission to taste it again.
“Daddy’s right, you know,” I said to my boo, pulling him tight enough against me that the rub of our cocks against each other made him gasp. “You weren’t shy with me earlier, sweetie, and you don’t have to be shy now. It’s just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss,” he repeated, sounding dazed and looking beautiful.
“Just me and you,” I whispered, brushing my lips across his lightly.
Just me and him and a hot Daddy massaging his deliciously large bulge as he watched us from the sofa, but if I read my innocent little dumpling right…
Isaac’s breath caught in his throat, his erection throbbing against mine and his eyes darting toward Daddy Roman as a hungry little moan escaped his mouth. Right again, bitches. My boo was innocent, but that didn’t mean his sweet, pure little heart didn’t have a previously untapped side that was dirty as all fuck.
He just needed permission, and now he had it.
Wehad it.
“Kiss him, Jules,” Daddy said, his tone not leaving any room for argument. So I did, giving in and getting greedy, because my baby tasted like applause and adoration and cherry-flavored sunshine, and I could drown in the sweet, soft, needy sounds he made as he opened his mouth and let me take what I wanted, clinging to me like he’d been dreaming of this just as long as I had.
“That’s it,” Roman directed us from the sofa, his voice pure gravel. “Give him what he needs, Jules. You know him better than anyone. Get our boy ready to really enjoy himself tonight.”
The breathy, helpless noises that escaped the back of Isaac’s throat went straight to my cock, and I lost time and all good sense as his hands ran over my body, and I slipped mine under his shirt, finding skin, and pulled him even closer.
“So sexy, sweetie,” I murmured, pulling his head back and biting my way down his throat. “You’re delicious.”
“Jules,” my sweet boo gasped, one leg wrapping around me as he clung to me and ground against my cock.
I groaned, keeping him in place with one hand tangled in his hair and plunging the other down the back of his trousers to get a handful of his soft, round arse as I went back to his mouth, devouring it.
“Damn, you two are incredible,” Roman said, his voice a low growl. “Slow it down so you don’t come yet, though. Daddy will be the one who makes that happen when it's time.”
Delayed gratification had never been my thing, and doing what I was told? Bitch, please. But when Isaac’s glazed eyes dragged themselves open, his cheeks coloring again as Roman’s words sunk in, I could read my boo like a book.
He wanted to do what Roman said. He wanted to be good for Daddy… and he wanted me to be the one who made that happen because he couldn’t.
This close to my cock getting what it needed? Honey, there wasn’t a single other person on the planet I would have denied myself for, but I guess I really was selfless like that, because for Isaac, I stopped. Unwound his leg from my hip. Ground myself against his mouthwatering erection one last time because it was a monster and a bitch could only be so good, then pushed his hair off his forehead, straightened his glasses, and bopped his nose like I’d been doing all his life. We may not have been real boyfriends, but he’d still always be my boo.
“Okay?” I asked quietly, just for him. Dropping all hints of diva to check in and make sure that I was right about that last part.
It would kill me if I ever ruined us… but this was my sweet dumpling, so of course one little kiss wouldn’t ruin us. Or two. Plus some frottage.
Fine, bitch. It had been the hottest snogging session of my life, even fully clothed, but there was still no need to worry, because Isaac was still clinging to me, his big brown eyes full of his usual adoration as he gave me a shy nod, then bit his lip before beaming at me.
My own personal sunshine.
“Better than okay,” he said, ducking his head but then peeking back up at me. “Is that okay?”
Lord, he was too scrumptious for his own good. Maybe Ishouldn’tlet him loose to find a permanent Daddy. Not without me sticking around to make sure he was always taken care of the way he deserved.
Which, if I was honest, Daddy Roman was doing a perfect job of so far.
