Page 25 of Braking for Daddy


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It wasn’t the first time he’d licked me there, but every time felt like the first time. And when he pushed into me, my ass flew off the mattress, desperate to get even closer to him.

James slipped his hands under my ass, holding me at the perfect angle so he could devour me. He kissed and nipped and licked and stroked, fucking my hole with his entire mouth.

I stroked myself quickly, chasing an orgasm that was just on the brink of exploding from me. When it was too close, I let go and tried to breathe through it, but it felt too good. “I’m close, but I want you inside me when I come.”

James dragged his flattened tongue along my opening and moved up until he was poking at my balls, teasing the sensitive skin. Instead of getting up and pushing that big dick of his into me, he closed his warm lips around my cock and sucked me to the back of his throat.

Any hope I’d had of holding out was lost when he hummed against me, shooting the most amazing vibrations right to my balls and practically yanking the orgasm right out of me. “I’m coming, Daddy. It’s happening.”

James doubled down, slipping his longest finger into me and pressing against my prostate as he hummed some more.

When I filled his mouth with my come, I thought he would let it drip out or maybe feed it back to me. But he didn’t, he swallowed every drop and then milked the tip until there was nothing left in me.

“You taste so damn good, Sunshine.” He walked up my body until his mouth was aligned with mine. “And now I’ll be able to taste you any time I have a craving.”

I reached for his cock and gave it a tug. “Now I have a craving too.”

19

JAMES

On Saturday afternoon, Max and I were sprawled out on my sofa being lazy. I had my laptop out, reviewing notes from my recent jobs, and Max was reading a book.

He called it a paranormal thriller, but the photo of the buff dude on the cover with a wolf howling in the background gave me a pretty good idea of what it was actually about. We’d had a late breakfast at around ten, so we didn’t have lunch, but as it got closer to three, I was starting to get hungry. “Are you hungry, sunshine?”

Max put his finger on his place on the page and laid it on his chest. “Yeah, I could eat. What are you thinking?”

“If you’re up for a walk, we could go grab a pizza. Stretch our legs and actually get some fresh air since we’ve been lazy bones all day.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I guess I could put on shoes for that.”

We walked about a mile down the road to my buddy’s pizza place. Cayson used to be a bodybuilder back in the day but took over his family's pizzeria a few years back.

As we walked, Max’s arm slid around my lower back, and mine instinctively landed on his shoulder as we walked together in sync, as if we’d been doing it for decades.

When we got to Cayson’s, I stepped forward and pulled open the door for Max to walk through.

His hand slipped off my back but grabbed my hand, tugging me in behind him so we never lost contact.

It felt good.

Better than I expected a full-time relationship to feel. In my younger days, I worried I would feel smothered by a boyfriend who wanted to spend a lot of time with me, but now that I was experiencing it firsthand, I couldn’t get enough.

Over time, maybe that excitement would fade, but I hoped not. I hoped Max’s eyes would continue to light up every time he saw me, and that I would always get a flutter in my belly when I touched his skin.

“Whoa, ho. Look who the cat dragged in.” Cayson was watching us enter from behind the counter. “How the hell have you been, man?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Good, good. But I guess it has been a while. How’s it going, Cay?”

“Busy, but you came in at a good time. Here, have a seat.” He waved to the stools in front of the pizza counter. They were the best seats in the house because you could watch the magic of him creating each pie.

“Have a seat, baby.” I waved to Max to sit down.

Cayson’s eyes were instantly locked on Max. “And who is this?”

A burst of pride filled me as I placed my hand on the back of Max’s neck and slid onto the stool beside him. “Cayson, this is my boy, Max. Max, this is Cayson, a friend of mine from way back.”

“Hi, Cayson.” Max seemed genuinely happy to meet one of my friends. “It smells so good in here. I wasn’t that hungry before we got here, but now I’m starving.”

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