Page 152 of The Prodigal Son

Shooting me a look of disbelief, he asks, “This doesn’t freak you out? Talking about us long term.”

“Fuck no,” I snap. “I see you in every vision of my life. That doesn’t scare me. Does it scare you?”

He shakes his head. “It comforts me.”

“Good. Then tell me what you see,” I reply as I lean over him. With our cocks pressed against each other’s between our bodies, mine is already getting hard again.

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckle tenderly. “I see my ring on your finger. I see us in a big house, all our own. I see…kids.”

My brows shoot upward, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. Just imagining the future we could have has me excited to start living it.

“Oh yeah? How many kids do you see?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. As long as they’re ours. We could give them the life they deserve. The parents we always wanted.”

With my forehead pressed against his, I close my eyes. “I like that future a lot.”

“You do?” he asks in a sultry, sexy tone.

He pulls me down for a deeper kiss, licking into my mouth and caressing my tongue with his. Heat gathers at the base of my spine, and I start grinding myself against him.

We’re breathless and ravenous for each other when I pull my mouth away and whisper, “I like any future with you in it. Especially the immediate future where you’re fucking me, please.”

He chuckles against my lips. “I like that one too.”

Forty-Six

Jensen

The feel of Isaac’s naked body in my hands is heaven. His kiss, his skin, his mouth, all heaven. Almost as good as the prospect of getting to spend the rest of my life with him.

He grinds against me eagerly as my mouth traces its way down to his neck, sucking and nibbling on his skin just to hear him whimper and feel him tremble.

“Get the lube,” I mumble against his throat.

Without leaving my lap, he reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out the bottle. Passing it back to me, he collapses back into my arms, letting his lips travel down my throat and across my collarbone.

The angle is awkward, but I manage to coat my fingers and reach behind him to prep him for my cock.

“I’m ready,” he mutters eagerly against my lips.

“No, you’re not. I will not hurt you.”

He lets out a petulant sigh, and I smile at the idea of Isaac being a little brat. It makes the moments when he obeys and submits that much more rewarding. He doesn’t fuss anymore asI work him open. He melts into my arms, moaning against my chest as my fingers thrust inside him.

My own cock is lying neglected on my belly, but I know the moment I’m inside him, it will be a struggle to keep from coming too soon. I’ve waited so long for this. I didn’t touch myself while I was in the center. I wanted to have this moment to look forward to. I wanted Isaac to be the reward in more ways than one.

“Please, Daddy,” he rasps playfully against my earlobe. He likes to use that pet name as a joke, but I also see how much he genuinely likes it. Isaac wants me to be the man who takes care of him, and I am more than happy to oblige. This is what I was born for. To please and love him more than anyone.

“Lift up,” I say as I reach for the lube and apply a generous amount to my cock. The moment I start slathering it up, my muscles tense and my climax creeps closer. “I’m not going to last long, baby. So I hope you’re up for another round when I’m done.”

“I don’t want to sleep a wink all night,” he replies.

Isaac eagerly takes my cock in his hand and guides it toward his ass while he slowly sits back.

“Easy, baby,” I say, trying to slow him down, but it’s no use. He’s too impatient for it. My cock breaches the ring of muscle as he slides down as far as he can go. The moment his ass swallows my cock, my back arches and I struggle to maintain my composure.

But Isaac isn’t interested in taking anything slow tonight. He starts moving without hesitation, bouncing and grinding his hips on top of me to chase his own pleasure.

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