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"I know," Mattie says with a laugh. "However—he said it in a way that didn’t offend me in the least. He was poking fun at my kink. It let me know that the family accepts me, even though it was silly."
My right hand massages his thigh. "Let me tell you something."
He nods. "Go for it."
"I wouldn’t have minded if you’dlet goon my lap," I rasp into his ear, before squeezing his knee. "You wouldn’t have even needed to wear that pretty skirt from Little Store. You could’vegonein your pants. The firelight would’ve made the wetness invisible. It would’ve been our little secret."
Medici squirms on my lap. "Daaaaddy."
I move my hand to his crotch, then cup his cock—which is hard. "Never back away from your desires around me. I’m your Daddy—the man who accepts you. Doesn’t judge you. I’ll fight for you until the sun explodes and lights our world on fire."
A breath hitches out of his lips. "You’re making me tingle."
I unzip him. "Shhhh, boy. Let me do this."
He squirms. "W-We’re on the patio."
"It’s okay. Everyone’s eating breakfast. They won’t come out."
Mattie crushes his lips to mine.
Thrusting the hand that’s not tugging his dick out through his hair, I bring him closer to me, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
I stroke his cock after I free it, shuffling up and down, stimulating his glans.
His shaft throbs, and I kiss him even harder, fighting like hell to make him burst.
Mattie grinds into my fingers. "Bad Daddy."
"Very bad Daddy," I groan, tickling the inside of his mouth with my tongue, drawing out a whimper. "Deserves a punishment."
"I-It tickles so much."
My heart slams in my chest. "You’re such a virgin."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Noooo." The fact that my sunflower could ever think this enrages me. He’s perfect the way he is.
Cute. Innocent. Unconscious of his true power.
Mattie could stand amongst a thong of smoking hot male models—and I’d still pick him out of the crowd.
I’m a monster. A madman. I don’t give a fuck.
He’s beautiful—drop-dead gorgeous in every way.
Sue me for losing my mind around him.
Mattie pumps into my hand, hot whimpers escaping his lips.
He tries to hold them back—to trap them behind his teeth so we don't alert anyone inside the house.
It does no good.
The contented squeal that rips free from his lungs is too powerful, so erotic to contain.
He leaves me with no choice but to clamp my calloused palm over his mouth.
