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His eyes narrow as I ever so slowly take him back in my mouth, sliding him along my tongue like we have all the time in the world. His hand on my head wavers when his cock presses into my throat, his shoulders relaxing as he releases a blissed-out sigh. Fighting a smirk, I slowly - so, so slowly - pull my mouth off of him again.
He growls something under his breath before his hand fists my hair tight enough to sting. "Are you teasing me, my little fish?"
I can't fight the smirk anymore. "Maybe…"
"Naughty." His blue eyes are intense as he takes me in, mulling something over as he assesses me. "If I push you too hard, will you tell me to stop?"
Oh god.
Is it possible to be terrified and turned on at the same time?
"I'll tell you to stop."
"If your mouth is full, you can tap my thigh, okay?"
"Okay."
"Promise me. You have to fucking promise you'll speak up for yourself. Promise you won't let me ruin this by letting things go too far."
"I promise." When he still looks worried, I reach up to touch his cheek and say it again. "I promise, daddy. And I don't break those. Not with you."
He exhales shakily before his lips curl into a smile I'm not sure I've ever seen on him before. It's just shy of dangerous. Heat pools in my stomach at the sight of it, my cock making a valiant effort to harden again. "Then get my cock back in your mouth, you naughty little tease."
"Yes, daddy," I breathe, diving in to obey the order.
He doesn't give me a chance to slow things down this time. The moment my lips are wrapped around him, he cups the side of my neck with his big hand and uses that and the grip on my hair to force my mouth up and down his length. It's fast and messy, obscene sounds filling the air, spit dribbling out of the corners of my mouth, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.
He talks as he uses me, his words torn between filth and praise, his blue eyes hooded and laser focused on the sight between his legs.
That's daddy's dirty little boy.
You take daddy's cock so fucking well, baby.
I can't wait to see how you take daddy's cock in that pretty little ass of yours.
Do you want daddy to fill your belly up? Reward you for being such a good fucking boy by sending you to bed full of me?
Christ, you're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.
Is your big cock hard again, little fish? Go ahead, rub it against daddy. Come all over me while you drink me down.
I know the moment he loses control, his hips twitching and his grip getting just short of too tight. His jaw drops as he sucks in a sharp breath, his lips red and spit-slick. The first burst of him on my tongue is my undoing. I finish against his leg, my orgasm so intense I nearly choke on the cum filling my mouth. I don't, though. I swallow every drop like a good boy, earning myself the brightest fucking smile from my daddy.
Hands moving to my biceps, he yanks me up into his lap and pulls me into his arms. He hooks his chin on my shoulder and sighs into my ear. "I love you, Casey."
My fingers twitch against his skin, desperate to cling to him somehow. My eyes fill with tears, but they’re happy ones. Relieved ones. "I love you too."
Chapter Forty
Jake
Things are beautiful and magnificent and everything I could ever want them to be. I’m a daddy with a boy. We love each other. We’re happy together. He’s safe and smiling and slept through the night with his little dolphin tucked against his stomach and his head on my chest. I feed him breakfast in bed - Belgian waffles and strawberries - exchanging syrup-sweet kisses between bites. I scoop whipped cream out of the little bowl that was included with the breakfast after we’ve finished, swiping it over his nipples and down his navel. He moans and writhes and calls me daddy as I lazily lick every bit of it off him until he comes. Then he nestles himself between my legs and runs the tip of his nose along the seam of my thigh and sucks my cock in nice and deep and perfect until I spill into him.
Things are beautiful and magnificent and everything I could ever want them to be.
And then he pauses in the middle of getting dressed, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, one of my shirts - this time a clean one - in his hands waiting to be put on, and asks, “Can I see my dad?”
The happy bubble pops. Because yes, things are fucking great, but we are far from a happy ending.
