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The fantasy changes to one where Barrett’s arms are around me, holding me against his body, his hot lips burning my skin as I helplessly rut against him while he fills me up with all the kind words he can think of until I’m overflowing with them.
I finally manage to tear myself away and walk back to my car, the taste of his sweet little sounds still dancing on my lips and the feeling of his body against mine making my arms ache to hold him again.
“What do you think, little rabbit? Would you like Daddy to put a cage around your pretty cock to help you behave?”
“Imagine thinking filthy thoughts about me during the day, your cock trying to get hard, but all it can do is swell and ache inside a pretty diamond prison that only Daddy has the key to.” “Daddy,” he nearly sobs the word, making my cock throb. I wrap my hand around his shaft, and he makes another deliciously desperate sound.
I thrust against him so he can feel the full, heavy length of my arousal. “Beg me for it, Pretty Boy.”
“Are we supposed to apologize for your questionable life choices now or simply for pointing them out?” Alden asks. “Start by choking on a bag of dicks,” I suggest, which startles a laugh out of both of my friends.
Barrett’s hands slide onto my backside, kneading my cheeks as he grazes his teeth against my earlobe. “I’ve laid awake the past four nights fantasizing about fucking you,” he whispers to me, his words a deep growl that sends a shiver down my spine
“If your ass was red and sore from a spanking, would that convince you? Do you need to be filled by Daddy’s cock and made to come over and over until you’re finally sure of my feelings for you?”
I scoop Sterling up and take him to the living room, putting him onto my lap again so we can cuddle and watch a movie. He tucks his head under my chin, curling close and making happy noises that keep me smiling while he gets comfortable.
“It’s okay, Pretty Boy,” I assure him, kissing each tear away as it falls. “Daddy’s here, and I’ll remind you every day just how perfect you are until you believe it, until you can feel that it’s true.”
My cock is achingly hard, but my boy’s sweet mouth almost feels like everything I’ll ever need. I could sustain myself with the taste of his lips for the rest of my life.
“You can suck me, Pretty Boy,” he purrs in a deep rumbling voice. “Just do one thing for me first.” Lord help me, if he asks me to compliment myself again right now, I might have to bite him.
