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Boring.

I nipped at his neck, needing his attention. “Daddy Sir,” I whimpered.

He dropped his pen and gave me his burning gaze as he inserted his fingers inside and scissored them. I fisted his tee.

“Fuck, boy. I love your ass.”

I sucked at his neck. “Hmm, I know.”

“Could play with it all the time.”

Laughing, I kissed where I’d marked. “You do.”

“You make me greedy, sunshine. But I’m in need of somethin’ else right now.” He pulled his fingers free, pushed his chair back, and ordered with a tip of his chin, “To your knees.”

I slipped down between his spread legs and licked my lips as he undid his jeans.

“Gonna come on your face, boy. Need to paint you with my scent, rub it in so you reek of it.”

Nodding, I crawled forward and rested my hands on his thick thighs. He reached in and pulled his hard, leaking cock out.

“Already close, boy. Playin’ with you turns me on.” He stroked up and down his length, eyes running up and over me. “Stick your tongue out. Need you waitin’ for my cum. But want you to touch yourself, sunshine.”

My mouth watered, but I stuck my tongue out and lifted my ass off my calves to shove my shorts down. Resting back on my shins, I spread my knees a little and inserted two fingers in my wet hole. I used my other hand to wrap around my aching cock.

Moaning, I fucked myself and watched, waiting for my mate’s load. Knew it’d splash on my tongue and skin in a warm release so I would draw it all over my face and neck.

I stopped to remove my tee so I could glide it down over my chest and then went back to playing with myself. Gaze stuck on my mate’s hand working his cock over and over.

Even if we didn’t shower before dinner at home with my brothers, I didn’t care they’d know what we’d done. Why I reeked. They were just as bad with their mates as I was with mine.

Corbin and I couldn’t stop touching and loving each other.

We never ran out of things to talk about either.

We ate, drank, watched movies, played cards, and billiards at both the compound and home. We teased, laughed, and just cherished all our time together.

His brothers always joked about us being glued to one another, and it was true. I never wanted to be far from him. I always wanted his hands on me. And I revelled in the fact that he was mine for as long as we lived.

My stomach swirled, my balls tightened, and a tingle raced down my spine.

“Daddy, I’m close,” I whimpered.

“Good boy, so am I.” He moved his ass forward on his seat, gaze flicking over me. From my hand jerking my cock to my arm that moved my fingers in and out as I played with my hole. I loved the obscene sounds it made from how wet my daddy sir had already gotten it.

Bitting on my bottom lip, I watched Daddy’s tip leak and drop down to the floor. I wanted to lick the end, suck on it, but I wished for his cum to splash over my face and body more.

Especially when Daddy Sir got that burning look in his eyes.

Like he hungered for me.

Like he wanted to mark me.

Like he owned me.

And he did.

I was his all the time.

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