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"Sure thing, baby." I kissed his forehead, then eased him into a position where he could see, but I could also type. Once settled, I began to send a message to the mother. I figured she'd be the best place to start since I wasn't sure if the others knew about Romano.
Dear Ravina,
My name is Lloyd. I know you don't know me, but my husband just discovered he's connected to you and your children through his recently deceased father. As we've only just found out about your existence, you might understand the confusion he's feeling. We'd love to speak with you more, and to maybe get your story about how things have come to be. Since we weren't sure how much the triplets knew about their lineage, we reached out to you first. Please let us know if you'd be open to more discussions. My husband has never known true family, and I'd love it if he could find out.
Sincerely,
Lloyd & Dante
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"That seems reallynice and to the point, Daddy," my boy said as he snuggled deeper into my side.
"I figured the direct approach was best. I didn't want to come off creepy, but she has to know that your father is dead, lest she fear he hurt her or something."
He snuggled closer as I shifted my laptop to the end table. His hand snaked under the blanket, moving to grab my cock over my pants. Even with the fabric between us, I could feel the heat of his touch.
"Will you help distract me, Daddy? I want to forget for a little while." Dante purred as he stroked me through my clothing.
"Daddy will always help his boy escape. You're mine to take care of, baby. Don't be afraid to ask for what you need."
I nipped along his jaw as I rolled us over. Hovering above him, I took in the soft, sated expression he gave me. Gone was the worry over his family and the potential future meetup. Here he was only my boy, and Daddy's boy didn't have to worry like Big Dante did.
"Let's get you undressed," I said as I tugged his shirt free and pushed it over his head. Next went his pants, then his briefs.
When he was gloriously nude beneath me, I gave myself a minute to look him over. He basked in the feel of my eyes taking in every inch. It was like a cat sunning near a window, all lazy enjoyment without a care in the world.
"You're so fucking beautiful, baby. And you're all mine."
"All yours. Always, Daddy," he replied confidently.
I took his mouth in a kiss so deep, my soul felt like it was screaming in relief. Our tongues warred until he submitted to my control. His body sank deeper into the bed as I eased my own clothing off. Each piece I removed made him squirm a bit more until I was ripping my shirt off and separating our mouths.
"Please." Begging. Fuck, I love when he begged.
"Yes, baby?"
Kiss. Suck. Bite.
I took my time moving over the curves of his neck and jaw, down his collarbone and across the thin layer of hair on his chest. I didn't let up one bit, even though I felt him stuttering for words.
"More. I need more, Daddy. Please." His cries were the biggest turn on. I loved hearing his needy whimpers for me to give him more. I would always give him exactly what he needed.
"I've got you, baby. Let me take care of you."
Dante arched against me, his body searching for some type of friction. I knew exactly what he needed. Reaching for the lube in the nightstand, I yanked the bottle from the drawer, then coated both of our lengths.
At my touch, he moaned loud and deep. I had no doubt anyone on this floor of the house would hear his noises. It gave me a sick sort of happiness to know they'd hear how well I pleasure my husband. I knew the few bits of staff we had that weren't part of the organization fully probably thought we were the biggest horndogs around. But they had no clue what we had endured. They weren't aware of the years apart or the bloodshed it took to get to where we were.
Once I knew we were slick enough, I tossed the bottle to the side to focus on my boy. I fisted our lengths together as I pressed my hips forward. The tightness of my grip had my boy's eyes popping wide open as he watched what I was doing to us both. He bit his lip, his gaze never wavering from the movement.
"That feels good, Daddy," he whispered, like he was trying to tell me a secret.
I grunted, my own pleasure racing up my spine too quick for my liking. Pulling back, I continued to stroke him as I gave myself a minute to cool down. Dante whined for a second, then jerked forward to kiss me as my hand kept him in a steady state of 'almost there'.
When I felt like I wasn't two seconds from blowing, I let go of my grip on Dante to line my cock up with his hole. We'd had so much sex lately; prep wasn't really needed. As long as I took it slow, my boy would stretch around me like he was meant to do. Like he was made to do.
"That's it, baby. Open up for me. Let me inside that tight ass," I growled as I pressed the crown past that first taut ring.
