I wasfinallywith a man.
No, even better, a boy. One who, for the sake of my own sanity, I’d decided to believe when he said he was old enough to not get me in trouble. A willing, sweet, perfect, eager boy who I never would have let myself have—my brother had been right about that—but who, now that I had him, I was going to enjoy to the fullest, in every way possible, taking full advantage of everything he had to offer.
I gripped the base of my cock with a low groan, hit with another fierce wave of arousal as Jack’s sweet promise that he’d do anything replayed in my ears. I would fordamnsure take care to learn and respect the limits no one had ever taught him to have, but all the same, it meant a hundred thousand hidden fantasies I’d spent a lifetime denying were suddenly back on the table.
“That little cock of yours belongs to me now,” I said, voicing one of them as my shaft swelled into pure steel, throbbing in my grip. “And I don’t want you playing with what’s mine without permission,” I added, my voice like gravel as I fought back the kind of urgency I hadn’t experienced since puberty. “Do you understand, Jack?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His pupils blew wide as he nodded frantically and curled his hands into fists where he’d rested them on histhighs, presumably to keep them off my property. “I’ll… I’ll be good.”
“Show me, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what I own.”
Jack did it with a pretty little moan that had me biting back my own.
“Daddy,” he pleaded as his hips thrust helplessly in the air for a second. Then he visibly forced himself to settle, his breath coming in harsh little pants as he held himself still and on display for me.
And those slutty little shorts of his… goddamn. They were so thin I could easily see that he was cut. They did absolutely nothing to hide the slim, hard line of his erection.
“Good boy,” I muttered, stroking myself because hell, I fuckinghadto. “You’re so fucking good for me, Jack.Jesus, I want...”
My mouth went dry. I’d never let myself actually say it before, had barely allowed myself tothinkit, but I wanted hard lines, not soft curves. A hot, tight ass; not soft, wet pussy. I wanted cock,Jack’scock—in my hand, in my mouth, under my control—leaking and pulsing and spurting for me in unmistakable proof that my boy needed every single thing I planned on giving him. I wanted fuckingallof it, and now that I’d found it—been gifted this perfect, beautiful boy—the idea that I’d actually believed I could go a lifetime without letting myself have it felt preposterous.
I’d been a fool, but that ended now.
“Daddy?” Jack asked, sounding a little breathless. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth as his eyes dropped back to where I was fisting my cock before jerking up to meet mine again, then one of his hands twitched like he was about to reach for me. “Do you… Do you want… I mean, Daddy, can I please?—”
I stopped the question with a finger over his lips. “Shhh, baby.”
The answer was yes, I did want, and yes, he most definitely could… but the way his pupils blew out and his breath started to quicken the moment I took control told me everything I needed to know: my boy may have been about to ask, but he preferred to be told.
In other words, he was perfect.
I smiled, tunneling my fingers through his hair and then cradling the back of his head. “Remember, Daddy’s in charge.”
Jack’s breath hitched, that gorgeous little cock of his jerking against the tight material of the tiny shorts I couldn’t wait to get him out of. Then his eyes dropped back down to my cock and hewhined, a low, erotic sound in the back of his throat that I doubted he was even aware of.
Goddamn, he was sexy. A sweet, dirty little angel begging to be debauched.
I tugged him closer. “Come here, sweetheart. You’re so damn beautiful.” I stopped his attempt at a flustered denial by guiding my cockhead to his lips. “Is this what you wanted? Is my boy hungry for cock? Do you want to make Daddy feel good, baby?”
Jack’s answer was a tiny, desperate sound of pure craving that had my balls pulling tight and my heart squeezing with emotions it was definitely too soon to feel. And when I rubbed my cock across the seam of his lips and the tip of his tongue darted out, swiping across my slit?—
“Jesus, baby,” I gasped, an electric jolt of pure, undiluted lust shooting from the head of my cock into… into goddamnallof me.
Jack peeked up at me through those long, pale lashes of his, looking shyly pleased with himself but still uncertain, as if he needed me to reassure him that his moment of taking the initiative was truly okay.
“Greedy boy,” I said, loving the pink blush that instantly stained his cheeks when I teased him. “Look what you do to me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Daddy,” Jack said breathlessly, gazing up at me adoringly as I stroked his hair, then tipped his head back, positioning my cock back where I needed it as he repeated the promise. “Anything.”
Oh hell, it wasn’t just lust I was feeling. It was lust plusneed, deep and visceral and all-consuming.
I needed to own him.
I needed to take care of him.
I needed to cherish and use and protect him… and Jesus Fucking Christ on a fully erect cross, I definitely needed to get inside that hot little mouth of his, too.
“Open.” I rubbed my tip over Jack’s plush lips until they parted, painting them with the slick drops already welling out of my slit. “That’s right, just like that. Daddy’s going to do the work now.”
