Page 73 of Bedtime Stories
God bless his youth and energy, barely out of breath as he rides me like a bouncy castle. I have to dig my fingers into the mattress to keep from shooting my load into him before he’s ready.
“Oren, baby, please,” I huff, glistening with sweat.
“Coming, Daddy!”
My sweet boy giggles as he says it, and warm pulses hit my stomach.
He wraps his arms tighter around my neck and pulls himself up for a kiss, and that’s my limit. I lose myself inside him, balls deep, and pause to catch my breath as my dick throbs. Oren squeezes those ass muscles again, milking every last drop from me. Now I can focus on the kiss, taking his lips with a bruising force meant to leave a reminder on his mouth.
“God, baby, I love you so much.”
He stiffens mid-kiss, and I can feel his grin break out across my lips.
“Say it again, Daddy,” he whispers over my mouth.
This time, I lean back to look at him. His face is lit with happiness and excitement, soft brown eyes shining brightly.
“I love you, Little One. My sweet, perfect boy.”
And then I can’t see him because he’s squeezing my neck to the point of pain, and peppering my face with kisses.
“Love you, Daddy.” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “Love you, Keane.” Kiss, kiss. “Love, love, love you sooooooooo much.” Kiss, kiss, kiss.
We fall back against the pillows in a laughing, sweaty, sticky-wet mess of kisses that makes my heart feel fuller than it ever has.
