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“Daddy, I…” he trails off like he can’t think.
“You’re so good, baby,” I encourage, rocking back against him. His cock glides in and out of my hole as I clench around him harder. “Daddy loves how you feel inside of him.Yeah, that’s it, rebel boy. Fuck Daddy just like that.”
“Oh god,” he gasps. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, trying to hold on. “Please tell me we can do this again,” Beck pleads. “Swear this isn’t the only time I can have you.”
Fuck, my toes curl at his begging. “You can have me daily, baby.”
He practically yells, moaning so loud that it rasps.
“S-so close,” Beck warns. “C-can’t hold it.”
I fist my cock, nearly pushed over the edge by his stammering alone.
“That’s okay, baby. Fill me up, you’ve done so good for m—”
“Ahh, Daddy!” he screams and my eyes roll at the round. His hips grind in shaky thrusts while his dick sputters and throbs, surrounded by my hot hole.
His obvious orgasm and yells are my undoing. I come hard in my fist, spilling all over the bedspread. Beck slumps forward, laying his head on my back while his cock begins to soften inside of me.
This was perfect. Fast and messy, genuine and hot… I couldn’t imagine a better first time with my man.
“Okay, love?”
“Fucking sublime,” he answers, warm breath ghosting over my spine.
“Good.”
Beck deserves nothing less.
EPILOGUE
Weston
Two Months Later
Beck has taken up baking, and he’s quite good at it. Four visits with the Scott family, and Stella has him practically domesticated. He’s still reluctant to try his hand at cooking, but I’m pretty sure that’s simply because he likes me doing it for him. Not that I mind, I like cooking for him too.
Today he’s made his first apple pie, and we’ve decided to share a big piece by the fireplace, overlooking the view behind our house.Our, because I don’t consider it just mine any longer. Andourhouse smells like cinnamon-apple goodness because of my little rebel baker.
“I couldlickthis off of you,” he groans, taking another full bite.
“By all means,” I joke, using my thumb to catch a bit of it from the corner of his lips, and he chuckles.
“Fuck, today is a good day. Actually, this month has been a good month. Best month of my life.”
My responding smile is soft. Beck has really come out of his shell this past month. He’s stopped worrying so much about anyone coming to find him, and really allowed himself to relax more. He still bites his lip with worry looking out the windows occasionally, but now I just kiss him until he comes back to me.
Setting aside our now empty plate, I caress his cheek with the back of my hand. “And to think… this is all ours because you broke into my house.”
Beck shakes his head. “This all happened because you let me stay.”
“I didn’t really have a choice,” I confess. “One look at you, and I knew I couldn’t let you leave.”
He smiles softly. “For a reclusive old grouch, you’re quite the charmer.”
“I resent that,” I fib.
“I love it,” he counters. “I loveyou.”
