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I grab his massive cock. "We have to put them side-by-side to tell for sure," I growl as I swirl my thumb around his glans. "But I think I have you beat by at least two inches."
"You have a footlong, Daddy." Wesley thrusts his arms around my neck. "I want it… in my hole. So bad!"
I thrust Wesley on the bed. I wish I could control myself, but I fucking can't. Hot moans escape me as I slam my lips on his rod, sucking him with fervent intensity. I blow him hard, gagging on his dick like a madman, lapping up pre-cum, soaking up everything.
Jesus. Christ. In heaven. I'm addicted to his cock. I don't know when it happened, but I'll go through fucking withdrawals if I stop. I can't resist the temptation to suck him, and I'd never get over it if he left me.
When Wesley unleashes in my mouth, he picks up my scrambled eggs with his bare hands and stuffs his face. "Fuck yeah, Daddy!" He tops the scrambled eggs off with five white chocolate-covered strawberries. "Suck my fucking cock! Make me shoot cummies!"
I stare at my boy with his face covered in food, his thick cock spasming in my mouth. Oh sweet Jesus, this is everything I've wished for.
I rub Wesley's belly. "Keep this up, and you'll get a belly like me."
Wesley slams his lips on mine. "Then we can both be teddy bears, Daddy!" he whispers into my lips.
My phone buzzes on the bedside table.
"One second, boy," I growl. "Daddy needs to read this."
Gianluca:Will do. Do we have a description
Me:I’ll ask Wesley
Gianluca:Noted. One more thing
Me:What
Gianluca:Constantine is pushing his wedding with Arlo up to next week. He wants to officially get hitched in case anything happens on our mission so Arlo will be a forever part of the family
Me:Constantine and Arlo's wedding is next week?!
Gianluca:Yes. And he wants the ceremony to be in your backyard where it’s safe. You need to speak to him
Me:Under one condition only. Wesley will be my date and I don't want you or Constantine giving me shit
Gianluca:You guys are totally together, aren't you
Me:Ask me after our mission
Gianluca:I’m not coming to your rescue when the Bettencourts sue the hell out of you
Me:Mind your own business. I’ll handle myself
Wesley massages my shoulders. "What is it, Daddy?"
I turn around and rub my lips on his. "Apparently, we’re having a wedding in my backyard next weekend."
"Who's getting married?”
"Constantine and Arlo." I heave my angel into my arms. "Come on, boy. We need to get you a tuxedo."
18
UNNAMED BOY
Later that day
My ass tingles as I step out of the limousine with Benedetto. I hold his hand tight, fighting off the heat swirling through my body. I can't freaking believe how well we connected this morning.
