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Bodie’s face flushes red and I can see that my big, wide dick head is working his G-spot to perfection. I haven’t got long before he blows, but want to give him some fun first…
“Now tell me how much you love my cock,” I say, easing my dick out of Bodie and holding it just inside.
“Hmmmph, I love it a lot,” Bodie says, barely able to get his words out as I drive my cock back in, all the way. “Mega-bigtime. I love it…OMG.”
Soon enough, I’m thrusting and giving Bodie the whole show, his hands reaching around and grabbing onto my strong, tensed buttocks as I fuck my boy and send him closer and closer to pure bliss.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Bodie cries out, the feeling of his inner thighs wobbling and twitching telling me that there’s no need to hold back any longer—my hot and horny surfer boy is about to ride the wave to a big, full-on orgasm.
In what feels like a magical, intense blur, our bodies work in total unison as Bodie cums hard and fast, his entire body reacting to my cock as I bury it back inside him, all the way, holding it there to maximize his orgasm. I look down and see Brodie’s stomach and chest covered in his own seed, thick and plentiful.
“Cum inside me, I’m good,” Bodie hollers, his finger digging into my lower back, my ass cheeks, and my waist. “Fill me up, Daddy. I want to feel you shoot inside me.”
I grunt my approval and duly shoot my seed deep inside him, prompting Bodie to groan in delight, this time almost wiping him out entirely as he writhes in ecstasy way after his cock is done shooting its load.
“I can’t talk,” Bodie says, laughing, his eyes shut and his chest heaving as I pull out and roll off him. “That’s never happened before. Not like that. Not even close. Oh my…”
“Hell, I’ve never felt like that either,” I say, struggling to bring my breathing back down to normal too. “Damn, boy. I think you might just be a keeper.”
The pair of us chuckle and before I know it, Bodie’s head is resting on my chest, and his leg is hooked over my stomach.
I know that this moment won’t—and can’t—last forever.
But I also know that I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that it’s not the last time that the pair of us feel like this in one another’s company…
Chapter 21
Bodie
Last night wassomething.
I mean… just wow.
The truth is that as much as me and Henry have butted heads, I always imagined what it would like to be with him, to have him take control and make me his. The feeling of his big Daddy dick inside me, making my legs quake and tremble was every bit as incredible as I felt sure it would be.
And it’s left me wanting more too. Much, much more.
But that was yesterday. And today is all about hopefully putting Vince out of my life for good. Sexy thoughts can resume later.
Right now it’s all about walking on the beach with my Daddy and steadying myself before the storm…
My toes dig into the cool, damp sand, the ocean’s rhythm a steady pulse to my left, whispering promises of freedom I’m not sure I can trust anymore.
Henry’s beside me, his boots leaving deep prints next to my barefoot tracks. I’m clutching my sketchpad, not drawing, justholding it like it’s Poot or Billy, something to ground me and stop me from fidgeting.
But with Vince’s threat looming and Henry’s plan to trap him at the pier tonight, I’m caught between hope and dread, my heart pounding like I’m paddling out into a storm.
We’re walking slow, the beach empty except for a lone gull circling above, its cry sharp against the waves.
Henry’s quiet, contemplative, his eyes scanning the dunes like he’s expecting Vince’s goons to pop out any second.
His Daddy vibe is in full force—protective, steady, that calm that makes me feel like he could handle a shark attack with one hand tied behind his back.
I want to lean into it, to let Henry carry all my fears, but there’s something I need to say, something I’ve been turning over since Cole’s message about the cartel...
“Henry,” I start, my voice smaller than I mean it to be, the sketchpad creaking under my grip. “About tonight. The pier, Shred, all that… I wanna help.” I stop walking, turning to face him, my feet ever so slightly sinking into the sand. “I mean,reallyhelp. Not just sit in the safehouse like some damsel in distress. I know Vince. He’s obsessed with me. If I’m there, showing my face, he’ll definitely stick around long enough for you to nab him. If he shows and doesn’t immediately see me, he might get suspicious. In fact, I know he will. But if I’m there… he won’t be able to resist.”
I’m making a play to be a part of this. I know it’s dangerous, but it feels right. The only question is what Henry will think of my idea…
