Cold

by Skyler Snow

I was part of the problem when it came to violence in the world. But I couldn't stop.

I picked Romare up without thinking and popped him on my hip.

“Good boy,” I groaned against his ear. “Tighten that hole around my cock and cum for Daddy, baby.

I wish I was painting his insides with my cum. Next time. I can’t stand not marking every inch of him.

I love you. Three little words and I was ready to paint the world red for him.