Page 63 of Penalty Zone

I shut my eyes, thinking of unsexy things to refocus and prolong the time I can spend inside him. The thought of never doing this again pulls me off the edge and down the mountain. Something so incredible can’t be wrong.

“Daddy, can I come again?”

“No,” I grit out. If he comes, I won’t hold on. “Not yet.” I spank his ass, and the sound reverberates around the room. He grunts and pushes back, asking for more. I vary my timing so the smacks aren’t in sync with our rhythm, and it keeps him off balance. I love the way his cheeks turn bright red, and I hit him hard enough to see my hand print.

Fuck, that’s hot. Another way to mark his body as mine.

I pull out and slam back in, jolting him forward. He braces, and I do it again and again. The beast has been unleashed and loves the way Caleb can take a punishing fuck. I don’t think he has any limits.

Sweat rolls down my temples and gathers on my back. I’m reaching the limit of my stamina.

This time when I pull out, I tap his hip and he rolls on his back, knowing exactly what to do.

“I want to look in your beautiful green eyes when I paint your insides with my cum.” I kiss his lips, suck his dick down my throat, then plunge back into the sexiest man on earth.

Grabbing a pillow, I tilt his hips so I can hit his magic spot with every slide in.

“Leo.” He stretches out his arms, and I haul him up to straddle me. “I’m…” He pants and bites his lips.

“Come all over your Daddy’s cock.” I fist his dick and stroke.

Caleb loops his arms around my neck and seals his mouth to mine. I’m on top of the world, and he’s shooting me straight into space. His dick pulses and when his muscles tighten, I pull back to watch his orgasm take him over.

Nothing will ever compare to Caleb’s face, soft and radiating ecstasy as he spills in my hand. I follow him over, seeing stars and exploding suns in my brain as my body ceases to be mine. In this moment, it’s his. Every part of me exists for him and his happiness.

“My Baby Doll.” I grab his throat and trap us in a never-ending kiss. The heat kicks on and feels cool against my fevered skin. Caleb shivers and I hold him closer, an arm on his back anchoring him to me and a hand caressing his ass and thighs.

He hums in my mouth, and it’s pure joy, a precious gift.

When our kiss slows, he buries his face in my neck and I feel tears.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask in horror.

“No. That was the single best experience of my life, and if I was religious, I’d say it was spiritual and life-changing.” He tries to pull away, but I’m not ready to let him go.

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit, and he melts into me. I’m softening, but I need him in my arms. “Come here,” I say and settle us on the pillows facing each other.

“Is it bad to say I hated it when you pulled out of me? Zero out of ten, do not recommend.” He snuggles into me and plays with my chest hair.

“I agree.” We lie in silence, kissing and running our hands over each other. After my heart rate and temperature return to normal, I move to sit up, but Caleb tugs me back to him with fear in his eyes. “I’m going to get a warm cloth to clean you up.” I sweep his sweaty curls off his forehead and kiss his nose.

He reluctantly lets me go, as if afraid I’ll leave him. I should. I should clean him up, tuck him in, and kiss him goodnight and goodbye. But I don’t have it in me.

I tend to him with gentle swipes of the cloth after licking his cum off his abs. “All clean,” I say, tossing the washcloth on the floor. “Under the covers.”

He obeys but moves slowly, and I peel the sheet back farther to lie next to him.

“You’re staying?” he asks, his face lighting up.

“If you want,” I tease, spooning him.

“Absolutely,” he says sweetly.

“Go to sleep.” As always, he follows my instructions and is out in minutes. I cherish the feel of his body next to mine and how we fit together seamlessly. Grudgingly, I get up, crossing through the living room to retrieve my phone and some clothes from the room I share with my son to set an alarm. Mason is snoring loudly.

Caleb is so young, I fear he’ll change his mind after a few years. He has his entire life ahead of him, and my best years are behind me. I’m a washed-up hockey player, trying to figure out my next stage of life.

It makes me want to kidnap him so we can be together. I’m being absurd. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I slot myself behind Caleb and indulge in falling asleep with him in my arms. I dream of night after night with him tucked in my bed.

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