Page 3 of Wanted: Unwavering Daddy

“G-good,” he replied, staying in character. “I think I need more practice, though.”

So I granted his request, kissing him until he was having a hard time holding back from rutting on my leg. He loved to start these little games, but I’m the one who took the most pleasure. I often turned it around, leaving him sweet and innocent, so hehad to wait for me to set the pace. And I liked to take it slow as molasses, knowing that it was making him burn for me.

After several minutes—because I did after somewhere to be this afternoon—I stood up straight. “I’m going to strip you, Will Edwards. Can you handle that?”

He glared daggers at me for moving like a sloth, while saying, “I guess so, but I’m a little shy.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll take my clothes off, too.” Then I whipped off his tank, chuckling as he covered his bare chest with his arms and dropped his gaze to the floor. “Look at me. You don’t want to miss this,” I said as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor.

Will gulped, staring at my right nipple as if transfixed. When I reached for the button of his jeans, he jolted. “Oh, um. Those, too, huh? Maybe I should take them off. They’re kind of tight.”

Shaking my head, I tsked. “No, no. This is my class, Mr. Edwards. We’ll do things my way.”

So I turned him, backing him up until the back of his knees hit the mattress, then I pushed him gently back. Wanting him really hot and bothered, I went to my pants first, lazily removing my belt, unbuttoned them, then pulled the zipper down slowly. Will’s tongue snaked out, licking over his lower lip. I shoved my boxer briefs down my legs with my trousers, then stood up, letting him feast his eyes on my half-hard cock. He whimpered.

After all these years, I’d grown proficient at removing his tight-as-hell jeans, so I worked them down, leering at the bulge hiding in his little red boy shorts. “Do you have something in there for me?”

Will reached down, palming himself, then cracked and sat up, grabbing my shoulders and slamming his mouth to mine. We ate at each other’s mouths, devouring one another. Will finally pulled back. “I was a student, Daddy. You were supposed to want a blow job. I was ready for you to fuck my face. And what the hell?” He swatted at me playfully. “You already had someone else suck your dick today? You better not have. I’ll cut a bitch.”

Laughing, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid him down under me on the bed. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.”

He whined. “That’s not fair. I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home and then you tease me. Professor-student, right? Quick and dirty. Why can’t you ever follow the rules?”

I pressed into him, rubbing our dicks together. Like always happened when he lost patience with me, I was harder than steel now and ready to claim what was mine. Will immediately stopped complaining, getting with the program and moving his body in time with mine as I kissed a path down his neck, stopping and sucking my mark right above his left nipple. Will loved knowing that he bore my mark as he went through the day, but I adored that he wanted it—needed it even. This pretty boy thought I was too good to him, but he’d never understand how much he’d brightened my world, how much joy his giggles and irreverent mouth gave me.

“Daddy,” he moaned, bucking up harder in his classic get-with-the-program move.

Reaching under the pillow, I searched around until I found the bottle of lube. Will left it there every morning when he made the bed for easy access when we needed it. He was such an insatiable little thing. For the flash of a second, I wondered what our sexlife would look like with a child in the house, but I shoved that to the side. All that mattered right now was Will and giving him the pleasure he craved.

“You don’t need it,” he said, realizing what I was doing. “I prepped after my shower. Now stick it in already.”

I stared down at him, then shook my head. “You’re amazing, boy.”

He reached down and grabbed my dick, bringing it to his rim. “I am, and this is magnificent. Stop teasing me, Daddy. I need you.”

Holding his gaze, I pushed in slowly and carefully until I bottomed out. “You ready, boy?”

He smirked. “Let’s see what you got.” So I pulled out, thrusting back in and knocking our headboard into the wall. Will groaned loudly, and I did it again, over and over, until his face contorted in such a way that I knew his release was near.

“Jerk yourself, boy. I want you to come for me.”

As I pounded into him, he yanked on his dick erratically as he chased his climax. When he cried out, cum shooting up and onto his belly, I buried my face in his neck, letting my orgasm come. “Fuck.”

We lay there panting, sweaty limbs twined together when Will whispered, “I love you, Daddy.”

“And I love you, boy. So much.” And I’d figure out what had his stomach in knots and why he was looking at baby nurseries without saying a word to me, and I’d make it alright. Whatever that meant.

Will

John threw the towel,making it right into the top of our hamper. As much as we had sex and he cleaned me up, that made sense. My competent, super-sexy professor. I giggled at my thoughts as he wrapped both arms around me, and I curled into him. “I’d have come home for lunch every day if I’d known it would be so much fun.”

I kissed the center of his chest. “If you could quit your nine-to-five, we could do this whenever you want. Just imagine, Daddy, setting your own schedule around sexy times.”

John sighed deeply. “That sounds like my dream, boy.”

“But it doesn’t have to be just a dream anymore.” I rose up above him and stared intently into his beautiful pale eyes. Right now, against our sheets, they looked a misty gray, the color of rain clouds during a drizzle. “You’ve been unhappy with your job for so long. You’ve always said that you couldn’t just sit home, that you needed something to sink your teeth into. Helping Roland get Honey-Do Handyman off the ground is giving you exactly that.”

John reached up a finger and trailed it down my cheek. “I hear what you’re saying. But…”

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