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"Oh my God." Wesley's jaw falls to his lap. "That's so rude."
"Toward the end of our relationship, he made faces whenever I entered the kitchen." My face falls as I palm my chin. "I thought it was because he only wanted healthy food, but it was because of me. He didn't want me cooking for him."
This was the worst of all. I didn’t want to tell my therapist this, because I'm supposed to be a vicious mobster who doesn't care about anyone. I kill people for sport and murder my enemies with my bare fists.
Thank God my mob-friendly therapist encouraged me to explore my true feelings. She said I could still be ruthless but feel offended when my partner didn't accept me for me.
Wesley bites into a white chocolate-covered strawberry. "Well, your ex-boyfriend doesn't sound like a good person." He tastes the strawberry, then fluffs his pillows. "I haven't tried your breakfast food yet, but it looks amazing."
My head ticks up. "You don't have to say that, boy," I grouse. I don't know why I feel like such a grump. "I won't be offended if you don't like my cooking, either."
Wesley shakes his head rapidly. "I never, ever had meals like this in the warehouse." He picks up his knife and digs into the scrambled eggs. "I mean, look at this." He raises the eggs high in the air. "The cheesedripsonto my plate. And the strawberries melt in my freaking mouth. They melt in my mouth! Who the hell thought food could do that? Not me, that's for sure. It's a far cry from the day-old dry chicken my captors made me eat between clients."
I slowly gather up the courage to stare into his eyes yet again. "You really like my cooking?"
Wesley forks the scrambled eggs in his mouth. "Jesus Christ." He lets out a groan as he chews. "These are the best eggs I've ever had. Now, maybe my old family cooked eggs like this in my past life. Who knows? But I can say with 100% confidence that out of the meals I remember, this is by far the best."
Emotion wracks my voice when I speak. "That's so sweet. You don't know how much this means to me."
Wesley rushes forward and thrusts his arms around me. "My big teddy bear is an amazing cook." He buries his face in my chest, and blows a raspberry on my belly. "I could eat your food every day and never feel full. You're the best chef on the planet."
I nestle my nose in his hair. "You don't know how happy you make Daddy." I drag my palm down his naked back, then grip his ass. "Fuck, you're so kind. You're the sweetest boy on the planet."
"Let me go, Daddy." Wesley tears himself away from me, then issues me a stern look. "I need to eat before my eggs get cold. I'll be very cross and send you back to the kitchen to make another batch if that happens."
This single comment is better than any sex I've ever had. "Go for it. I won't stop you."
"God, I could come." Wesley lets out a moan as he eats his eggs. He peels back his blanket. "See, Daddy?"
I look at his erect cock. "Yes."
"You made my wee hard with your cooking." He takes a sip of hot cocoa, then eats another strawberry. "That's never happened before."
"I get hard in the kitchen, too," I confess. I blush as I reach out and cup his cheek. "Sometimes, when I make my signature chicken Alfredo, I have a spontaneous orgasm in my briefs. Nothing gets me more excited than food."
Wesley stares at me lustily. "Chicken Alfredo? Promise me you'll make that for dinner." He strokes his shaft. "I'm getting so hot and bothered thinking about it."
A bead of pre-cum seeps out of the tip of his dick. He rubs his glans on his plate, then leans toward me.
"What are you doing, boy?" I grunt as he places his hand on my belly, then rubs his way to my cock.
"Does Daddy like watching me eat his food?"
I turn my gaze away from him. "Your eggs will get cold," I grit out. "Knock this off."
Wesley thrusts his hand into my pajamas. "I wonder what Daddy's dick looks like." He licks my neck, then rubs my bulge over my briefs. "I haven't seen it yet, you know. You've only seen mine."
"I'm warning you, boy." A bead of sweat drips down my neck. "If you don't stop, you'll unleash Daddy’s dark side. You don't want to do that when you haven't had breakfast yet."
"Maybe I don't care." Wesley issues me a naughty grin. "Maybe I want to see your dark side. Lord knows you’ve seen mine."
"Fine." I spit the words out with vigor. "Touch my shaft."
Wesley yanks my pajamas and briefs down to my thighs. "Oh my God, Daddy." He gasps when my mammoth cock springs out, slamming against my belly. "It's so big!”
I grip his wrist and make him fondle my thick shaft. "You see that, boy?" I let out a growl as I grind into his palm. "You're not the only one with a big dick around here!"
"You're the only man who has a bigger dick than me!" Tears of need rain down his cheeks. "You make my dick look tiny! This is everything I’ve wished for."
