Page 73 of My Fake Mafia Daddy


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It's the fact that Arlo took the time to dress up for me that lights me up inside. Arlo isn't a taker like Carlos or the other boys I've been with. He doesn't lay down or let me do all the work. He puts in an equal amount of effort for me, and that makes me feel appreciated.

Arlo movies his hands over his panties. "Do I look okay, Daddy?" He peeks at his bulge. "I got these at Little Land. I hope you like them."

Something I can't quite place sparks in my gut. "Come here, boy." I let out a growl as I pat my knee. "You look…amazing."

Amazing gives Arlo the short end of the stick. This boy is gorgeous, perfect, indescribable. There aren't words in the English language to describe how I feel right now.

Arlo laughs as he approaches me. "You think so?" He lets out a snort as he presses his nose against my chest. "You'd better not be lying. I'll be very cross."

"I'm telling the truth." I take Arlo's hand and bring it between my legs. "Feel that?"

Arlo moans as he rubs my bulge. "You're so hard. Fuck."

I run my palm down his smooth back. "That's what happens when you come out of the bathroom in green panties," I growl, desire thrumming through my veins. "Daddy's having a hard time controlling himself, boy. He wants to throw you on this bed and eat you like a snack."

Arlo grins. "That can be arranged."

He peeks over my shoulder to look at the bed. His jaw drops, and he squeals when he sees the rose petals.

"Oh my God," he shouts, shaking as he drags in a breath. "Rose petals! I didn't expect this."

I slide my arm around Arlo's waist. His hips are so slender, and I can't help but groan as I pull him close to me.

Fuck. I'm hard as hell. That doesn't surprise me, because I knew I'd be fucking bricked up the second Arlo walked out of the bathroom. Fucking erect like a Clydesdale stallion ready to bust a nut in a mare. No, what surprises me is the fact that Arlo appreciates my gesture so much.

I must tell him how much this means to me, because this speaks to my soul.

I drag my fingers through Arlo's hair, taking a deep breath as I inhale the scent of his shampoo. "Yes." My voice is a murmur. "Daddy did something special for you, angel. You're such a sweet, sweet boy, and you deserve the most wonderful things in this world."

Arlo lets out a sob. "No one's ever done this for me in my life." He wipes a tear from his eye. "I thought Little Land was amazing. But this?" He picks up a rose petal. "This is better than my wildest fantasies."

I palm Arlo's ass. "Liar. Daddy must punish you."

Arlo's eyes shine. "I'm being honest, Daddy. Better than books. And the petals are green." His voice is astonished as he runs a rose petal across his hand. "You must have magical powers, Daddy. I didn't know they made green roses."

I brush a lock of damp hair from Arlo's cheek. "They're from Mars, baby boy." I run the pad of my thumb along Arlo's downy temple. "Aliens grew them in the same garden where space travelers harvested the rocks for your hairbrush. That's why they're green."

Happy tears fall down Arlo's cheek as he stares up at me. He lets out a moan and thrusts his arms around my chest.

"I love how you tell me stories." Arlo sniffles as he runs his hands down my back. "You make me feel so special, Daddy. Like you really enjoy being with me and you're not only humoring my Little side."

I sigh. Arlo thinks I only humor his Little side? He's mistaken.

This is what I've craved for years. A committed, loving Daddy relationship where my partner appreciates me. A relationship where I can be my true self and pamper my angel with everything his heart desires. Many Daddies are content with mindless sexual arrangements, but not me.

"I adore your Little side." My voice is a growl as I bring my lips to Arlo's hair, kissing his scalp. "We're two peas in a pod."

"Two peas in a space pod." Arlo hugs me even tighter. "NASA doesn't have shit on us. You're the only space man I need."

If I thought I'd already experienced all the emotions I'd feel around Arlo, I was mistaken. This sentence, this adorable sentence, raises the level of love I have for this boy to new heights.

My heart swells like a pufferfish and I know instantly that I want to be with this cutie until the end of time. I think back to my cousin's wedding. Would I want to marry Arlo in a ceremony like that? I've never considered marriage.

But standing here, under this beautiful moon, with Arlo's soft arms wrapped around me, I know I've found my forever partner.

My soulmate.

Time to stop dicking around and take this boy to bed.

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