Page 33 of The Puck Daddy

“Words,” he commands.

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble around his fingers. “Green, green, green.”

I’ve never really had the opportunity to be filthy, or messy, or rough with someone. But they are all things I crave desperately. Secret desires I’ve held close to my chest.

“Such a good boy for Daddy.” He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and lightly touches my cheek, smearing my saliva all over me. I groan, palming my rock-hard cock through my jeans.

His eyes follow the movement. “You can touch yourself through your jeans, but no coming and no pulling your cock out. Not until Daddy has his way with you.”

I moan desperately. Holy shit. The combination of his wrecked but still commanding voice and the way he keeps calling himself Daddy almost makes me spill over.

“You can touch me, baby boy.”

Leaning forward, I don't give him the opportunity to change his mind. My hands are everywhere, exploring his stomach, suckingon his abs, and playing with his nipples. I want to drive him as wild as I feel. The bratty side I usually keep hidden has come forth. I can tell Daddy wants to take his time, but I want him hard and needy. I want him to come before he realizes it’s happening.

He sucks in a deep breath when I continue to work him over. He wants it filthy? I make loud slurping noises and moan as I leave a trail of saliva all over, using it to slick my way as I play with him.

“Fuck, baby.Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy. I need to come.”

It isn’t a command, so I continue to work his body, concentrating as if I’m on the ice, looking for the next pass.

His fingers tangle in my hair roughly, and he tugs. “Fuck, baby boy. Please. Please suck Daddy’s cock.”

Oh god. Just hearing Theo Walsh beg for me is the single hottest thing I’ve heard in my whole life. I eagerly take his cock down my throat.

He groans so loud, I almost thought he was actually coming, but his cock is still thick and leaking in my mouth. “I’m gonna come, boy. Whatever you do, don’t swallow. You hear me? Hold it in your mouth until I say.”

I nod just in time. He fills my mouth, and it’s more than I think either of us realized it would be, because it’s spilling out of the corners of my lips as I try desperately not to swallow. He groansagain, his pupils so blown out, I can’t even see the pretty blue I’ve grown used to.

“Don’t swallow,” he commands again, still panting heavily. “Stand up and finish stripping.”

I do just that, kicking off my shoes and tugging off my pants.

“Fuck, look at all that precum dripping from your cock. You’re leaking like a damn faucet, baby boy. Come here.”

My face heats at his words. I step between his legs. He’s still lounging on the corner of his bed, leaning back on his elbows, which are propping him up. With one hand, he lifts his still hard dick, giving it a few pumps.

“I want you to get even closer, so your legs are touching me and the bed. Good. Now go on, spit. Use my cum as lube and get yourself off.”

My eyes widen with shock, and I have to pinch the base of my cock to keep from coming before I’ve even started.

I spit onto my cock, using my hand to catch some of the extra as I coat my dick. Fuck. He wasn’t kidding about this being filthy. I fucking love it. I begin stroking eagerly, and I know I won’t last.

“That’s it, sweet boy. I want you to come all over Daddy. Mark me with your cum.”

His words cause me to lose my rhythm, and the next thing I know, I’m fucking my cum-slicked hand, spilling all over his chest, his stomach, and his cock. I tremble, coming apart as I have the most powerful orgasm of my life.

And when I come to, it’s to the sweet murmurs of my Daddy’s praise as he peppers kisses on my cheeks and cleans me up with a damp washcloth. My chest fills with warmth. Smiling, I whisper my thanks and fall asleep against the first man to have ever taken care of me after sex.

Chapter 16

Moms will be moms.

Theo

The next morning, I wake to the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand. It must’ve been vibrating for a while. Either that or the person calling gave up because the vibration stops. It’s immediately followed by a beep indicating I have a missed call. Memories of Theo and me from the previous night rush into my head. My morning wood throbs as I replay everything we did. I’m so turned on, I have to refrain from grinding against Adrian, who is snuggled at my side.

He feels so perfect, pressed up against me like this. Glancing at the clock, I see we overslept, yet his peaceful, happy expressionin my bed keeps me still for a moment longer. Savoring the feel of Adrian in my arms is something I could easily get used to.

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