Page 84 of Stalking Daddy


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He swallows hard, his mouth pulling open enough to show his white teeth. “I—”

“What is it, baby?”

His face pales and his eyes grow heavy as more tears streak his cheeks. “I love you, Daddy.”

I smile and I walk closer to his face, wiping his eyes with the back of my hand. “And you won't ever stop either. Not unless I want you to.” Which I never will. I don’t think I have to tell him that for him to know either. He did whatever it took to make me his, and now he’s mine too whether he admits it or not.

I press a kiss to his forehead and then his lips before lifting him off the table to carry him to the bedroom. I lay him on the bed and admire him spread out in front of me. He doesn't move as I crawl in beside him, his gaze focusing on my every move. I pull him into my arms and I slide my fingers down his crack, stopping before I reach his hole.

He shoves his face into my neck, sobbing, and I breathe him in, smiling wider as he grabs onto me needily. “Shh… it's okay, I got you. I'll never let go until you're ready for me to and only I'll decide when that is.”

What continues to grow between us is twisted, wrong, and something most people would run from, but it's also what makes us,me and him.When something becomes the only comfort you know for so long, you cling to it.

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