Page 43 of Camping with the Boss

“Hm?”

I lean my head back to give him better access. “Not complaining. But did you bring me in here for a make-out session?”

His gaze catches mine. “I wanted to check that you were doing okay. But then you did that thing where you pretend you’re going to submit…”

“I’m not pretending.”

“And your inner brat comes out to play. I couldn’t resist.”

Several more kisses. “Canyon,” he says, his voice firm. “Put your hands over your head. Like you’re reaching for the sky.”

Excitement and a healthy dose of lust shoot through me at his intense look. His commanding tone. I raise my hands above my head, extending my arms and resting them against the door. My shirt rises up, exposing my stomach. I feel vulnerable but also sexy. And that’s all because of the heat in his eyes.

He looks over me, his eyes stopping on that sliver of skin. The air conditioning blows cool air over my hot body. My dick is impossibly hard.

“Good boy,” he purrs against my cheek, his fingers exploring the exposed skin. And now I’m impossibly harder.

“Wade—”

His fingers stop. “Did I say you could talk?”

I snap my mouth shut.Oh holy Jesus.We can’t do this. Not here. But God, I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re a slut for this, aren’t you. My slut. You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” His hand is moving again, sliding up my shirt.

I nod.

“Now you can talk.”

“Yes…” My heart kicks up a few beats. “Daddy.”

“Oh fuck.” He kisses me hard as his hand palms me through my shorts. “So responsive. Such a needy boy—oh God, tell me to stop, Can.”

“Is that an order?”

Wade pulls back. “Are you getting cheeky with me?”

“No, Daddy.” I bite my lip. “Just clarifying.”

Returning his hand to my dick, he lets it rest there. Torturing me. I want to thrust into his hand. Beg him to really touch me. But this is a test of how good I can be.

I feel vulnerable and wanton with my body on display for him. He presses his thumb against my bottom lip, and it’s as if it’s tied directly to my dick. I open my mouth, not taking it, just watching. Waiting for permission.

“Suck it.”

Relief and excitement clash within me. I keep my eyes on him as I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck, hollowing out my cheeks.

His breath catches. “That’s so, so good. Use your tongue—yes. Oh fuck, Canyon.”

I work his thumb as if I know what I’m doing. News flash: I do not.

This is nothing but pure instinct.

He removes his thumb, and I hold back my whine. Spit dribbles on my chin, and I imagine it’s his cum. When he licks the spit on my chin, I slam my eyes shut so I don’t lose it. His hand tightens on my dick, squeezing the base. “Don’t you dare come without permission. Tonight, Can, I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. Until then, you are not allowed to jerk off. This is mine now. Got it? Only I get to touch you. Taste you. Fuck you. Do you understand?”

I nod, but I can’t stop the needy whimpers. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kisses me again, taking what he wants. “God, this is a terrible idea,” he says, running his knuckles across my cheek. “But you’re so fucking beautiful. Trusting. Mine.”

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