Page 31 of My Fake Mafia Daddy


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This is…toomuchto take in. Not only is Constantine the sweetest, kindest man I've ever met, but he helps me with my health problems. My physical health, and my mental health.

Goodness gracious. Never in a million years did I think I'd meet a man like Constantine. This is the type of Daddy I fantasized about for years, dreamt about in my bedroom, who'd sweep me away from my life in Queens. This is the type of man I wrote poems about in the back of English class, jerked off about in the bathroom, and wanted to call Daddy.

Daddy. A word with so much fucking meaning. Constantine has every characteristic of a great Daddy, and I'm so fucking lucky he's in my life.

"Thank you." I can barely speak. "You made me so happy, Daddy. I appreciate you so much."

Constantine's breath hitches as he stares into my eyes. All at once, I know this is the moment. The big moment. The moment we stop lying to ourselves and kiss for the first time.

"Lord forgive me," Constantine growls, his lips parting. He rushes in and slams his lips on mine.

Fireworks explode in my chest as Constantine kisses me. I let out a moan as I thrust my arms around his neck, climbing on top of him, to kiss him better. Constantine swirls his tongue around my mouth, then lets out a groan against my lips, kissing me with so much passion I turn into a bowl of ooey gooey ice cream.

"Boy." Constantine runs his fingers across my cheek. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. You're so fucking perfect."

Constantine's words take me to the stars. This is our Hollywood moment. I imagine a director capturing Constantine and me for the silver screen.

"I feel so good, Daddy." I rub myself on Constantine's lap. "So happy and light."

Constantine runs his hands up and down my tummy. "Such a perfect boy." He thumbs my nipples as he kisses me again. "We'll fix you up, baby boy. You've had a hard life, but today is the day your world changes."

It happens in an instant. The desire to take my clothes off and get as close to Constantine as I can.

I press my hard dick into Constantine's abs. "Ouchie, Daddy."

Constantine's eyebrows stitch together. "What's wrong, baby boy?"

My breath hitches. "Daddy needs to give special kisses to Arlo's willy."

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