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"Please…" I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
His expression was one I would never forget. Open and desperate, right on the edge of feral in a way I hadn't known a person could look and still be completely beautiful.
I knew exactly what would work."Daddy.”
"Fuck," he exhaled. Then his hips drew back and snapped forward.
I gasped, arching hard into the movement.
"You want Daddy's cock, baby?" His hands gripped me firmly, pinning me to the bed as he rolled me onto my stomach. With my length trapped beneath me, I had the added friction of the sheets as he pulled back and drove forward again and again, a rhythm forming that was entirely his own.
"Daddy," I cried out.
"That's it," he grunted. "Who do you belong to? Take it. I want to feel you wrapped around me."
I shook with how close I was. My voice broke as I chanted,"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,"over and over, and his movements grew wilder, the rhythm dissolving the further he went.
"Come. Come on my cock like the good boy you are."
I threw my head back and wailed, my release soaking the sheets beneath as my orgasm pulled me completely apart.
Paxton managed one more thrust before locking his hips.
"Yes! My perfect boy!"
His fingers pressed into my hips to keep me still, as if he thought I’d go anywhere. With the feel of him still pulsing inside me, I had zero plans of moving. When he finished, his body slumped over mine like a weighted blanket.
I giggled at the mental comparison. He pinched my side.
"What's so funny?" His voice was gravel, deep and coated in a post-sex haze. "You shouldn't be laughing right now."
I didn't answer. I just smiled into the pillow.
I had known I was addicted to him, to his touch, to the way he lit me up, but learning that he could do this just as well as everything else settled my nerves about our compatibility. He was my perfect Daddy.
Paxton stayed close as his breathing slowed, and when he eased out, he reached for a towel and cleaned us both up without being asked. It was a relief to lie still and let him. For as well as he took care of me during our play time together, he went above and beyond here too, his hands gentle and unhurried.
Sleep was already pulling at the edges of my awareness when he climbed back in bed behind me. He drew the blanket over us once he was fully pressed against me.
"Rest, baby," he said. "You need it."
There was no arguing with that. My body was wrung out. Besides, it would only be for a little while. His dad was due back at some point, and while the word "caught" implied we were doing something wrong—which we weren't—I genuinely didn’t know how the man would react to finding us like this.
I had no desire to find out.
CHAPTER 27
Paxton
I woke up before my boy, my mind already going a million miles an hour. How could it not when I was so blissfully happy? Everything I wanted was within reach.
I'd signed with the Belport Blue Jays. I had my pops here with me, and he was thriving. And lastly, but most importantly, I had Grizzly.
It was better than I could have dreamed. The connection between us, the way he leaned into me and trusted what I said, made me feel invincible. It kept me from overthinking where I stood with him. There was no way to second-guess it, not when he looked at me like that—like I was the only person he saw.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead as I climbed from bed as gently as I could. I tucked him in with the blankets and noticed how his thumb had slipped between his lips. He sucked at the digit slowly. I looked around for any sign of a pacifier, but it was nowhere to be found. It was to be expected, given how we hadspent our evening the night before. I'd have to buy more than one to keep on hand. That was my best bet moving forward.
I took a second to get my bearings in his kitchen. We’d come here last night after he took a quick nap. I’d wanted him to stay in my bed, but I could tell the idea of Pops overhearing us was a worry. I didn’t want to push him when changing houses truly didn’t bother me.
