I could do words.
Sure.
"Please," I pushed out, the word more like a low moan than an actual request. And even though I didn't know what I was pleading for, I was proud of myself for managing even that.
"Please, what, baby? What do you want Daddy to do?"
I couldn't focus. I couldn't put a single thought together. But for Daddy, I needed to.
To come, I needed to.
"Eat me, Daddy."
That was it. That was all I could manage.
And luckily, that was exactly enough.
Crowe took my request and responded spectacularly.
He didn't tease. Or torment. Nope. He devoured.
Within minutes, I was a wrecked mess, crying, begging, at times even demanding he fill me, but he didn't.
Nope, he fucked my hole with his tongue, diving in like a man starved.
At that point I was pretty sure all it would take was a stiff breeze on my cock and I'd be coming like a damned school boy.
And somehow, I was completely okay with that.
"There we go," Crowe finally came up for air and growled. "Now you're all sloppy and ready for your Daddy's cock."
Fuck me.
Was I ever. I've probably been ready for it since the day I figured out I liked cock more than tits.
9
Chapter 8
This boy was everything I've ever dreamed of.
And what I was doing with him was probably a very bad idea.
No. Not probably. Definitely.
I knew I was making a huge mistake. I knew giving in to the temptation that was Alfie would be my undoing, but I was powerless to resist him.
I was powerless to resist the sweet, needy sounds spilling from Alfie's lips as I rimmed him open with my tongue. Fucking hell, it should have been illegal for someone that beautiful to sound like that—nearly sobbing with need, trembling under my hands, gasping my name between pleasured curses and broken laughter.
Holy shit, he was a firecracker. He was a bomb, set to go off at the smallest spark, and I was the dumbass who couldn't help but light the fuse.
I didn't stop to ask myself why I was doing this. Why I was giving in. There wasn't room for questions anymore, not with the way my cock pulsed and ached at the taste of him, the way my hands fit perfectly around his narrow waist, the way his whole body arched to follow every flick of my tongue. He was the perfect fit, and he was right here, and for the first time in a long time, I could actually have what I wanted.
What I wanted was this naughty boy.
This outrageous brat.
My beautiful fucking mess.
