Me: It wasn’t the only thing that came out… I’m so proud of you!
Daddy Moore: Are you mad?
My chest aches, thinking about Gentry being worried that I’ll be mad at him. How could I be? Not only did he tell his kids the secret he’s been holding in his whole life, but he also told them about us. About me.
Me: A heads-up would’ve been nice. LOL. But I’m not mad, daddy. Not even a little bit.
Me: Lukas is spending the night with my mom again tomorrow. I’m coming over after I drop him off at dinnertime to show you just how not mad I am.
Text bubbles pop up, then disappear. This goes on for a minute, and I chuckle, imagining him trying to come up with a response. I laugh even more when he finally sends one.
Daddy Moore: Okay. Like the sound of that.
He thought what we have is important enough to share with hiskids.
That’s fucking huge.
Twenty-Nine
Gentry
We’re nothing more than needy hands and famished mouths as we make our way through the house. Having my kids know about us, having Remington not be mad at me for telling them… All of it has me so overwhelmed in the best way. My chest is tight, my pulse is racing, my eyes sting, my throat is tight. Ifeelso much, and all of it is pouring out of me as I kiss him. Once we’re in the bedroom, neither of us wastes any time ripping off our clothes, letting them fall haphazardly on the floor.
I need him deeply, and it feels like I might die if I don’t.
The backs of my legs hit the bed, and Remington shoves me down with a rough hand to the chest before dropping to his knees. His hot, wet tongue dips out, lapping up the pre-cum pooling at my slit. He groans, his eyes rolling back as he tastes me. The sound sets my blood on fire, the heat only intensifying as he slips his tongue below my foreskin and swirls around the sensitive head. My eyes, already heavy and hooded, fight to stay open as pleasure floods my system.
Raw, aching desire steals my breath, leaving my skin vibrating. The way he flicks his tongue before swallowing me whole has my mind going haywire. I can’t think. My fingers sink into his messy blond hair, and the deeper he takes me, the harder I tug. He swallows around my cock as I fill his throat, and my toes curl. As his hand works in tandem with his mouth, his other gently tugs on my balls.
He feels good…so fucking good.
But if he keeps going, I’m going to come, and I’m not ready for this to be over just yet. I pull his mouth away, using my grip on his hair. He gives me the most adorable pout before I lean down and take his lips once more. In a matter of seconds, Remington is putty in my hands. Once he’s on the bed with me, I dip my head and place open-mouthed kisses all along his shoulder and neck, loving the breathy moans coming from him as he trembles with need.
Pleasure rushes through my body, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat as Remington lies in the center of the bed. Positioning myself between his open thighs, I peer up at him, finding a staggering amount of lust staring back at me. Like me, he’s already hard, his cock jutting out and stretched shiny. His rosy-pink tip is slick with arousal, and I waste no time at all tasting him, relishing the broken whimper that slips past his lips.
“Daddy,” he rasps.A plea.
My dick throbs at hearing the desperation in his tone, and it feeds my unruly need to consume him. I take him in my mouth, sinking down until I can’t take any more. My head swims as all senses are flooded with Remington. The harder I suck, the more he cries out. His thighs tighten around my head, trembling as I lose myself in him.
“Fuck!” he shouts, grabbing the back of my head and fucking my mouth vigorously.
As soon as I can tell he’s getting close, I pull off and have to bite back a smile when his bottom lip pokes out again.
“That wasn’t very nice,” he whines.
Tapping him on the thigh, I say, “Get up. Let me lie down.”
Remington eagerly does what I say, his eyes drinking in the sight of my stiff cock standing proud. He licks his lips, and I’m not even sure he’s aware he does it. My body lights up everywhere he looks, the weight of his stare like a physical stroke. I can’t get enough of it.
“Come sit on my face,” I tell him, lazily stroking myself.
Arching a brow, the corner of his mouth twitches. “Do what now?”
I chuckle huskily. “Daddy’s hungry. Be a good boy and feed me, then I’ll sink my cock into you when I’m done.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathes before tossing his leg over my head. Facing my feet, he places his hands on my chest while I wrap mine around his thighs, tugging him down so he’s sitting, and not just hovering.
Remington gasps, the sound morphing into a moan when I bite down on one of his ass cheeks. Arousal floods my system, the entire world disappearing as he becomes my main focus. My mouth waters as I drag the tip of my nose along his crease, breathing in his musky, intoxicating scent. I circle his hole with my tongue, feeling the muscle pucker. I love how responsive he is to my touch.
