Page 26 of Master Daddy

I stretch out on my back and pull him over me, reversing him so his cock and balls hover above my face.

“Sit,” I command.

He lowers himself with a whimper as I bury my tongue inside the boy’s tight, salty ass hole. At the same time he takes my cock into his mouth, hot and eager, sucking me deep while I devour him. We fall into a perfect, filthy rhythm… 69 on the rug, firelight dancing over our skin.

I grip his hips, licking and sucking his ass and cock in turn while he bobs his mouth on my cock, moaning around me. The vibrations drive me crazy as he works his mouth and tongue to perfection.

Luke cums first, thighs shaking around my head, flooding my tongue with his seed. I follow right after, growling against his ass as I spill down his throat. Luke of course swallows every drop like the good boy he is.

We collapse, panting, sweaty, and laughing softly.

I pull him up into my arms, kissing him deeply, tasting both of us on his tongue.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur.

“Naaaw, you are,” Luke replies, smiling like the cat who got the cream.

I carry Luke upstairs to my big king bed, tucking him under the covers before sliding in beside him. Luke curls into my chest immediately, one leg thrown over mine, his head tucked under my chin. I stroke his hair, listening to the fire crackling downstairs and his breathing slow into sleep.

This feels right. Scarily right in fact.

Four weeks suddenly doesn’t feel like enough. Not nearly enough.

But for tonight, he’s here. In my bed. In my arms.

And I’m already thinking about what it would take to make this permanent.

* * *

Morning light filters through the big bedroom window, soft and golden, painting Luke’s bare shoulder in warm tones. He’s still curled against me, one leg thrown over mine, his breathing slow and even.

I lie there for a long minute just watching the boy sleep—dark lashes against his cheeks, lips slightly parted, that peaceful Little expression that makes something fierce and protective tighten in my chest. My cock is already half-hard from the feel of his soft body pressed to mine, but I don’t move. Not yet…

I want to memorize this moment.

Eventually Luke’s eyes flutter open. He blinks up at me, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Morning, Daddy.”

Fuck.

That word in his husky morning voice goes straight to my dick.

“Morning, little one.” I lean down and kiss him slow and deep, tasting sleep and last night’s memories. When we finally break apart, he stretches like a cat, pressing his back against my chest and wiggling his ass against my thigh.

“We should probably get up,” the boy murmurs, even as his hand slides down my stomach.

“Or we could stay right here,” I counter, rolling him under me.

He laughs, bright and playful, and squirms free. “As tempting as that is, I smell coffee. And I want to see this famous cabin of yours in daylight.”

I groan but let him drag me out of bed. We both pull on pajamas—me in grey flannel shorts and a faded black t-shirt, him in one of my old flannel shirts that swamps his frame and hits mid-thigh in a way that just does it for me.

Barefoot, hair messy, we head downstairs.

The morning is too perfect to waste inside. After quick coffees, I nod toward the back door. “Come on. I’ve got some gear out back. Impromptu workout.”

Luke’s eyes light up. “Outside? In our pajamas?”

“Best way to do it,” I chuckle.