“I’m big, baby boy, but you can take it,” I assure him as I lean down and kiss him before pressing my lips to his ear. “And when you do, it will feel so good.” I bite his earlobe, and he shivers against me before pushing me back. My smile disappears as he grips my length, tightening his hold to the point of pain.
“You’re the one who will feel good,” he purrs wickedly as he leans down and licks the tip of my cock. My back bows, and I thrust into his hand for more. Chuckling, he pulls away, and my eyes narrow.
“Mack,” I warn.
Blinking innocently at me, he smiles. “Yes, Daddy?” My dick throbs in his grip. “Like that, do you?” Leaning down, he blows warm air over my cock. “You like when I call you Daddy?” he murmurs. “Want me to moan it while you come down my throat?”
“Fuck.” I pant as I cover my eyes with my hand, trying to control my visceral reaction. It’s totally fucked up, but when he says it, I can’t control my response. It started as a joke, but it couldn’t be further from amusing right now, especially when he sucks the tip of my cock.
“Daddy,” he growls before licking down my length. “Do you like the way it sounds? I bet you’ll love it if I scream it when you’re deep inside me.”
My cock pulses in his grip, and he chuckles. “Eyes on me, Conan,” he orders, and I drop my arm. He’s in total control here, and he knows it. “You’ll look at me while I taste you. I want your eyes on me at all times. I want you to remember this.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at my office the same again,” I admit breathlessly as I slide my hand deeper into his hair and hang on as he bends down and sucks my dick all the way down his throat despite my size. I’m bigger than most, so I expected him to be intimidated, but he swallows me like he’s ready to choke.
I can’t look away. My chest heaves and my arm shakes as I tighten my hold on his hair as lust and pleasure explode through me. His perfect lips part as he slides his mouth up and down my length in a teasing rhythm that causes an embarrassing moan to escape my mouth.
His eyes twinkle with amusement when he hears it, and I can’t take any more. Gripping his hair tighter, I force myself down his throat then tug him off, guiding him. His eyes widen for a moment before he moans, shuffles closer, and swallows me.
“Good boy, like that. Swallow Daddy,” I tell him. “Fuck, baby, you look so good on your knees.”
The praise makes him suck harder as he takes over, bobbing up and down on my cock as he reaches down and slides his fingers over my balls, making me hiss.
How many times was I like this with my husband? Mackie looks nothing like him, and I can only see Mackie as he lowers his head. His hands anchor me to reality, and I realize I barely remember my life before him now. Maybe that’s for the best. I don’t want to think of anyone else when I’m with him. I want this with Mackie. I want him.
Pleasure consumes me, and my balls tighten. I’m so close already. It’s been too long, and he feels too good. I want this to last forever, though, so I try to slow down, but he doesn’t let me. He sucks me deeper until his eyes water, and the sight and sound are my undoing.
“Mack.” His name is a hopeful gasp on my lips, and his eyes meet mine once more. “I’ve never wanted something more,” I admit. “I don’t care what happens after, just give me this, give me you for one night. My time with you is the only time I feel whole.”
Something floats into his gaze, something too quick to name, but I swear it’s guilt before he smiles at me and slides me all the way to the back of his throat. He squeezes my balls, and I can’t stop the tidal wave of ecstasy that shatters me. Crying out, I shove my cock down his throat until he gags. My eyes are half-lidded as I reach down and massage his throat.
“Swallow all of me. Swallow every drop of Daddy’s cum,” I order, my voice thick and hoarse.
His whimper makes me groan as he sucks every drop of cum from me. When there is no more left and I’m spent, I pull out of his mouth, but he moans and holds on until I tug his head back and free myself.
“Greedy boy.”
His pink tongue darts out, catching a drop of cum on his lips as he looks at me with pleased eyes.
Leaning up onto his knees, he grips my chin and drags me down, kissing me so I taste myself. “Next time you’re worried or thinking about me, remember the way you taste on my lips when you let me have my way.”
Slumping back, I stare at him in shock. I was numb before he came along, and I don’t think I can go back to that now.
I need him to make me feel alive.
I need him to make me feel something, anything, for the rest of my life.
No matter why I came into his life or my own past and guilt, I’m never letting Mackie go, and I’m going to prove that.
I yank him down until we’re spooning on my couch. He sighs happily and presses closer so our foreheads touch, his eyes on mine as I slide my hand into his back pocket and tug him closer. He throws his leg over mine.
“Can we stay like this for tonight? Just let me hold you,” I murmur.
He nods quietly. Something forms in his eyes again, but he closes them, and I wonder if Mackie is haunted by ghosts just like I ma.
We are holding each other, but I swear I feel the ghost of my husband behind me. Who does he feel?
TWENTY-SIX
