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"Beautiful," he whispered.

My breath escaped in short, heated blasts as he wandered further with his touch. His fingers worked my jeans open then drifted down to my thighs. He gripped the fabric and eased it down.

Off my hips.

He stopped.

"Jeezus, Ethan."

I smiled and ground my ass into the bedding, creating creases in the purple lacy manties I had chosen to wear today. They were boy-short cut with scalloped edges.

A tiny bow on the band above my cock.

Daniel fingered the rough fabric, a look of absolute fascination on his face. I hadn't been sure how he would react. I'd started wearing male panties many years back. They gave me a lift in my everyday life. Made me feel special. Made me feel like myself.

He sank to his knees at the foot of the bed. Without urgency, he stripped my jeans the rest of the way off my body, his gaze never leaving my lace-covered dick.

Closer. His breath was hot on my thighs. I groaned, thrust my hips up, and jammed my fingers into his short hair as he dragged his tongue along my shaft, wetting the lace

"Yes, Daddy." I writhed beneath his touch. "Please, yes, Daddy."

"Fuck." Daniel gripped both my thighs, dug his fingers in, and ran his lips up and down my cock. I spread my legs wider. His hands quivered. "Such a good boy."

Jeezus.

I nearly came. I'd never played this game before, but it felt right with Daniel. Not just the age difference but because I felt safe with him. Safer than I'd ever felt in my life.

Daniel backed away. "Move further up in the bed."

I scrambled to the head and tugged a pillow behind my head.

My cock strained hard against the tight lace. At the foot of the bed, Daniel removed his clothing, gifting me with my first look at his body.

"Oh, Daddy." My heart pounded in my throat. His chest and shoulders were broad, and his pecs were covered in glorious silver and dark blond hair. His nipples were tight as nubs. Beneath them—sublime. I wanted to touch the slight swell of his belly. To hold his soft flesh in my hands.

To cover it in kisses.

From there, I would travel to his gorgeous erect cock, thick and veiny. Saliva gathered in my mouth. I would happily choke on his dick. I wanted to consume every bit of him.

Daniel climbed onto the bed and kissed me in the centre of my chest, then feathered his lips across my skin to my nipple. His tongue lashed out, flicking it. I groaned and arched my back.

I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, so I draped them over my head.

I could behave.

He sucked so hard on my nipple; my toes curled. When he moved his mouth to my other side, his hand drifted down my ribs, tickling me. Across my hip, down to my straining dick. He brushed his fingers lightly back and forth on it. He kissed the side of my throat.

"You're wet," he whispered against my skin.

"You do that to me, Daddy."

"Mm." Daniel thumbed my cockhead through the lace. "Such a good boy." He lifted his hand and used his damp thumb to caress my bottom lip. He slipped his thick pad into my mouth.

I almost unraveled, triggered by the scent and taste of myself.

Daniel kissed the edge of my mouth as I sucked on his thumb. "So good."

A shiver cascaded down my spine. I wanted to immerse myself in his praise. He undulated his hips, grinding his cock against mine. Daniel deprived me of his thumb, instead using his hands to keep my arms above my head. He buried his face against my neck, kissing and nuzzling.

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