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When I slide back up, I open my mouth to take his head between my lips. We let out the same moans of pleasure, and Logan hisses out a curse.

I let his cock slip between my lips and replace my mouth with my hand, pumping him clumsily. “Teach me, Daddy. I want to do it good for you.”

“You’re already doing good.”

Really? I put my mouth around the head again, sliding deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat. So big. I can barely get half of it inside before I gag.

He sucks in a breath. “Yeah… just like that. Relax your jaw. There you go. Good boy.”

I moan around his cock, saliva gathering in my mouth as I keep giving him my sloppy, inexperienced blow job. I look up to watch him, and his scrunched-up face and parted mouth make my own spent cock twitch between my legs.

“Am I doing good, Daddy?”

“You’re doing so well, Ollie. Daddy won’t last much longer.”

Really? I lave my tongue over his slit, tasting a bead of precum. “Want it,” I gasp. “Want to swallow.”

Logan groans. “Then keep your mouth on it like that. That’s it.”

While I wrap my lips around the head, tongue pressing against the underside, he grabs his shaft and starts jerking himself off with quick strokes of his massive fist. His hand bumps my chin now and again, and I love it all—the quickening of his breaths, his groans, and the anticipation of knowing I’ll get to taste his release.

Seconds later, the first hot jets of his cum fill my mouth. It tastes salty, slightly bitter, and like everything I’ve ever wanted. I swallow gratefully, making sure to get every drop.

When I look up, Logan has tilted his head back, chest heaving, brows upturned. I made him feel like that. He let me give him pleasure, and I did.

“Come here.” He scoots over, and I lie beside him, my head resting on his shoulder and my arm over his chest. Distantly, I become aware of a towel wiping us down, but mostly, I’m aware of nothing but the bliss filling my chest and the smile on my lips.

We had sex. Holy shit, we had sex. I’m not completely sure yet of what it’s going to mean, but for now, I allow myself not to think, only feel, as Daddy cleans me up and pulls me into his arms.

15. SO SOFT

When I wake up, it’s to a warm body entangled with mine. I open one eye, then the other, adjusting to the darkness of the room. Sandy-blond hair tickles my nose as I turn my head, and long, slim limbs press against me everywhere—an arm over my chest, a leg between mine, and a head resting on my shoulder.

The memories come back to me in a rush. Oh God. Oliver. We slept together—we had sex, and afterward, we must have fallen asleep. I wait for the regret to come, but his warm breaths against my chest crowd out all my doubts and fears.

The cadence of soft breaths changes, and moments later, his eyes open slowly and find mine. “Daddy?”

I brush his bangs out of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy,” he whispers. “What time is it?”

I glance at my smartwatch. “Eight thirty.” We napped for about an hour.

“Oh.” Oliver frowns. “I should text the twins.”

I make a move to get up, but he grabs my arm.

“No, wait.”

I sink back onto the mattress, the need to take care of him overriding everything else. His mouth opens and closes, and I wait for him to say what’s on his mind. The words come out whisper-quiet, his hand grasping my arm.

“You asked me how I’m feeling, but you didn’t say… how you’re feeling. About this.” He glances down at our naked bodies, and all the unspoken words between us hang heavy in the air.

How do I feel about this? I might be wrong for it, but for now, I just want to lie here with Oliver in my arms and not think about the consequences or the wrongness of what we’re doing. All I know is this: I’m not saying it’s right, but I want it too badly to stop. Every time he looks at me, touches me, I feel my control slipping even more. God, I shouldn’t, but I don’t want to let him go.

I let out a deep breath, and as he presses himself tighter against me, I can already feel his cock hardening against my thigh. I stroke his side, the smooth skin of his back. When my touch trails further down, toward his ass, he tenses, and I withdraw my hand.

He shakes his head, looking up at me with pleading eyes. “No, please… Please touch me there.”