Page 49 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

He could feel his shaft firming up again, driven by just the thought of Daddy’s eyes on him. “Now what, Daddy?”

“Put on a show for me, naughty boy. Drive me crazy with wanting you.”

Well, if Daddy wanted a show… two could play at this game.

Levi ran a hand under his shirt, stroking his belly. He wanted to come, but he wanted Saul wild for him, too. Hopefully wild enough to forget whatever plans he had and climb on top of him, pressing him into the bed.

But Daddy just watched him with a devouring intensity.

Levi reached his nipples and let out a gasp. They were still sore and bruised from earlier, a completely different sensation from the initial pain. A kind of deeper, throbbing ache that took only a touch to light up.

“Pull your shirt up. Let me see.”

He obeyed.

Daddy circled one abused nub with a soft finger, sending sparks through him. “Are they sore?”

Levi nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

Levi felt his cheeks warm under the praise and careful scrutiny.

“Be gentle with them now. We need to take care of you.” He withdrew his hand.

Was there anything about Daddy that wasn’t perfect? He knew, now, that Daddy wasn’t going to jump on him and fuck him into oblivion. Whatever happened next was going to be much, much better.

Levi ran his hands back down his bare chest, hoping that Saul liked his skinny frame and little pouch of a belly. Every look, though, said that Daddy couldn’t get enough of him.

He glided around the base of his cock, teasing himself and teasing Daddy, then finally took it in hand.

He stroked himself, not furiously fast or languorously slowly, but just the way he would if he wanted to come.

One hand hooked around his shaft, setting up a sensual rhythm. With the other, he cupped the head, his thumb brushing over the frenulum. His hands were a little rough, without any lubrication, but that worked for that soaring feeling of following commands.

In only moments he was gasping, his hips starting to arch up. “Like this, Daddy?”

“Gorgeous,” Daddy murmured. His own breath was coming out faster, but his control was absolute.

And fuck, the way that he still wore that perfectly knotted tie while he leaned over Levi’s panting, exposed body was an endless thrill.

“Keep going, sweetheart. Tell me when you’re going to come.”

Oh, yes. He could do that. He’d been practically on the edge all day. He stroked a little faster, dug his thumb in a little harder to that place just under the head that drove him wild. “Close, Daddy.”

He wanted it so much. That tide was swelling inside him, and he was going to crash against the shore with Daddy’s hungry eyes on him. One little word was all it would take.

“A little more, baby. Just like that.”

Oh, fuck. He was so close. His hands had never felt as good as they did when Daddy directed him. “Daddy… need to come!”

Daddy’s face was beautiful, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Levi work his shaft.

“Please, Daddy!”

“Keep going for me, baby.”

“Daaaaddyyyyyy…” He couldn’t keep his eyes open. His head thrashed back and forth. He was going to explode. He wasn’t going to make it.