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As we threw pillows onto the mattress and secured our fortress, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was. Never, ever in my life have I been with a boy who loves playtime as much as Arlo. He speaks to the true Daddy in me and actually wants me to be his protector.
When I brushed his hair, he submitted to me. He wasn't afraid to embrace his Little side or be himself. He loved my silly story about the alien hairbrush, and wanted me to pamper him.
I've missed pampering so much in recent years. It's not just Carlos who wasn't into pampering. None of the boys at the Little Bunny Club were into soft, gentle play like Arlo. When he relaxed around me this morning, I knew he was the one.
And don't forget the spell he cast on your dick. For a boy with no sexual experience, Arlo is crazy talented in bed.
Last night, Arlo's innocence benefited him. But this morning, snuggled in our pillow fort, far away from the cares of the world, it was his recently acquired mouth skills that made me come.
Not once in my adult life have I come so hard as this morning. All I wanted to do was sleep in the pillow fort for the rest of the day.
Me.
Arlo.
Snuggled under the pillows.
Forever.
Alas, not everything in this life is meant to be. The Alien Museum was calling our names, and we had to get there early to get the VIP tickets.
Arlo blushes. "We're almost there, Daddy."
I let out a laugh as my angel bounces up and down. His enthusiasm is contagious, and I want to jump for joy with him.
"You make me young again," I growl, slinking my arm around his waist. "I feel fucking eighteen with a hard cock that won't stop leaking. Need to bust a nut under the teacher's desk in science class. Daddy can't wait to look at the pretty aliens with you."
"They're not pretty, Daddy." Arlo pokes my belly. "They're serious creatures. They travel the globe looking for people to rescue."
I groan. "Of course, boy. How could I forget?"
I'm the most forgetful Daddy in New York. Arlo's told me countless times that he loves aliens because they rescue humans in need. I can't believe I called his extraterrestrial creatures of choicepretty.
"Apologize to the aliens." Arlo sticks his chin out. "I'll wait."
I tap my foot, and pause for Arlo to relent. This boy can't be serious. Right?
I mean, come on. It's not like there are even any aliens with us. If there were, and I offended them, I'd drop to my knees and say sorry. They'd probably blast me to smithereens with a ray gun if I didn't. But as it stands, I'm in the clear.
"Show me an alien and I'll apologize."
Arlo crosses his arms over his chest. "Say sorry. If you don't, they won't spare you when they take over Manhattan."
Arlo is so precious. Yet at the same time, the idea of an alien invasion is concerning, even for a badass Mafia killer like me. I figure it's best to err on the side of caution with our future alien overlords, just in case.
"I'm sorry, aliens." I hug Arlo. "You're noble creatures. I'll never call you pretty again."
Arlo giggles and kisses me. "Thank you, Daddy. Now we don't have to worry about aliens blowing our heads off when we enter the museum."
I stare into Arlo's crystal blue eyes. Holy shit. I don't know how it's possible that this boy is so cute, but it's true. I want to throw out our fake boyfriend arrangement and claim him as my own. Not once did Carlos ever make me feel this way.
But luckily, I catch myself in the nick of time. My family accepting Arlo is a prerequisite for our relationship. As much as I adore him, I refuse to rush things.
I grunt as I nuzzle Arlo's nose. "Let's go inside, cutie pie. We have a universe to explore."
Arlo butterfly kisses me. "I can't wait, Daddy. You'll be my guide."
I furrow my brow in confusion. Call me crazy, but I don't think I'm qualified to lead Arlo around the museum.
