Page 90 of The Prodigal Son

Isaac grips the counter tightly as his head hangs with a mumbling sound. “Fuck, yes.”

I pull out to the tip and slam back in, and it feels incredible. The tight heat of his body swallows me up, sending warm electric shivers down my spine.

“You are all fucking mine, Isaac. Say it.”

He looks up and meets my eyes in the mirror. “I’m all yours.”

“Not the fans’. Not your family’s.Mine. Understand?”

“God, yes, Jensen,” he cries. “Don’t stop.”

“What did you call me?” I ask with strictness as I squeeze his hips tighter.

He meets my gaze in the mirror, looking surprised, maybe even hesitant.

“Try again,” I mutter as I continue to fuck him.

“Yes…Daddy,” he says before his eyes flutter closed. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I am his daddy. I am hiseverything.

My hips are pistoning now. It’s been too long to take my time with him. After everything, we both need this too much.

“Who takes care of you?” I ask, holding him tightly on the hips and pounding into him. With every thrust, his cock leaks from the tip. He’s making a mess all over this greenroom, and it fills me with pride.

“You,” he says on a gasp.

“Who makes you come?”

“You,” he cries louder.

I no longer give a shit who is on the other side of that door. Let them hear Theo Virgil getting railed by the man who loves him. Let them hear how good I make this country star feel.

“Stroke yourself, baby,” I mutter as the climax creeps down my spine.

He reaches down and grips his cock as I slam against his ass. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room.

It’s the instant reminder that when I do come, I’ll be filling him up and marking him as mine, which eventually throws meinto the storm of my own release. Pleasure courses through my body. My eyes close with my head thrown back as I slam home again and again before spilling into him.

When his body has taken every drop, I look down to see Isaac still stroking his cock. Grabbing him by the throat, I pull him upright and replace his hand with mine. I’m still buried deep inside him as I lick a line up the side of his neck and jack his shaft until he starts shuddering in my arms.

“That’s it,” I mutter as he comes. “Good boy.”

The look of ecstasy on his face gives me goose bumps. He is so perfect and so mine. I don’t deserve him—I never did. But I do love him, and I always will.

When his body starts to relax in my arms, he smiles like he’s waking up from a dream.

“That was good,” he says, leaning against me.

I kiss his cheek and then his neck. “Yes, it was.”

Then he turns his head toward me and our eyes meet again. Reaching up, he strokes my hair as he softly mumbles, “I love you.”

Smiling, I kiss his lips again. “I love you, too.”

“This is crazy, right?” he asks. “We’ve only known each other a little over a month. Does it normally happen this fast?”

My arms squeeze around him affectionately. “Babe, you’re a country music star and I’m a preacher. We are anything but normal.”

He laughs. “Good point.”

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