Chapter Fifteen

I had the boy on all fours on the bed, his knees bent and spread, and from the mischievous glint in his eye as he glanced back over his shoulder at me, it wasn't lost on him that it was the same position he'd presented himself in at the park.

Dios, he was so innocent and filthy all at once, pressing each one of my buttons and surging the lust in my veins until I felt more beast than man. But I'd hold myself in check for him, he who deserved such tenderness and care, and I delivered soft kisses down his spine to cement that vow.

"Please," Wyatt whispered, his voice edged in the same need that infected my own insides and compelled me closer to him. One of my hands was on his slender hip. The other was on my cock, guiding it to his entrance, and-

"Don't you dare stop," he added bossily just as I prepared to do exactly that, struck all over again by the terrifying difference in our sizes. "Give me what you promised me, daddy, or I shall cry ."

I chuckled. "We can't have that, can we?"

Yet something strange within me craved it: wanted to rock him as he sobbed, murmur words of comfort into his soft blonde hair, fix whatever problem ailed him so his tears dried up and turned to smiles once more.

But I never, ever wished to be the cause of his sadness.

"Whatever my boy asks for," I breathed obligingly, and we both let out identical groans as the head of my cock breached his entrance.

It was agonisingly, torturously slow progress while we gradually allowed his body to adjust to mine before I eased deeper. It didn't help that Wyatt pleaded every few seconds for more, the evocative neediness in his voice and posture pushing me to my limits. But despite how prettily he begged, I refused to risk hurting him by forcing my way inside.

My hands were kept busy holding him in place, otherwise the little menace would have impaled himself in a single move, and I focused on that in an effort to retain my sanity and not let him.

Because the sight of my cock stretching his tight little ass?

I wasn't just a little bigger than him: the scene before my eyes looked obscene in how disproportionately sized we were. He was so damn tiny. Slender and delicate, and yet he took it all without complaint.

"Fuck," I gasped as I finally – finally – bottomed out, and Wyatt immediately began to move against me, letting out a series of delightful noises as he did so. "You take me so well."

"I do, don't I?" he said happily, the chirpy cockiness immediately descending into a whimper when I let my hips rock into him. "Yes, yes, please!"

"So good for me," I murmured. "So very good."

My boy made more of those helpless little sounds and I was done for, pounding into him with far less caution than I should have held considering what I was doing to him.

But small didn't mean fragile and Wyatt was far from breakable, taking each of my thrusts with greater endurance than many bigger foes had taken less forceful punches from me. This man made me feel powerful in all the best ways: strong and encompassing and able to take Dios-damned care of him...and still he demanded more.

"Careful, little one," I said, reaching forward to stroke his sweat-drenched hair from his face. "Much more of this and you might not be able to walk tomorrow."

Wyatt grinned over his shoulder at me. "What do I have to do to turn that might into a certainty?"

Oh, by the Blessed Five, I was done for. Head over heels, and utterly intoxicated.

His sheer delight and enthusiasm in everything he did – from watering plants to fucking – was marked by an unbridled eager energy that lit up the room like the sun itself.

"Just be you," I replied truthfully, and set to ruining him just as I'd promised, soaking in every noise and movement he made because of me. For me.

"There!" he moaned and I set to hammering that particular spot inside him as he whimpered and writhed, my hands and eyes tracing the lines of his body to commit this perfect moment to memory.

The choked noise he made a few minutes later, one which sounded like my name screamed into the sheets, sent me cascading over the edge and I spent myself inside his sinfully hot body. It seemed to last an age, waves of pleasure surging through me in the best orgasm I'd ever had.

Wyatt gave a happy hum, but I wasn't finished with him. In a single move, I pulled out, flipped him over, and swallowed his cock to the hilt.

" Daddy ," my boy gasped, and then seemed to lose his words as I took him to the back of my throat and then shallowed out over and over, fucking my own mouth with his perfect cock. My fingers found his gaping, leaking hole and slid inside, revelling in his slickness and the way he became even louder and wrigglier as I played with him.

Come for me, beautiful boy.

Coating my fingers in my own cum, I slid them deeper. Wyatt seemed to freeze, his lips parting wordlessly, and for a moment I panicked, thinking he was in pain.

And then his hot release shot into my mouth and I realised what was happening. His hips arched off the bed with his eyes closed and his face etched in a delightful expression of ecstasy, and I admired the mess I'd made of him: tangled blonde hair cascading around his head, fingers clenched tightly in the blankets, and wetness still leaking copiously from between his thighs.

His eyes opened, the soft, woodland green of his irises capturing me all over again.

"Come here," breathed Wyatt, grabbing my bicep and tugging me up to meet him, and he slammed our mouths together. His tongue probed at my lips, encouraging them to open, and he moaned when I complied and he discovered I hadn't yet swallowed him down. We shared his taste between us, tongues roving and exploring, and swapped mouthfuls until the last of his salty finish had been thoroughly savoured.

"I was wrong," I murmured against his mouth. "My boy doesn't need me to dirty him up. He's plenty capable of filth all on his own."

"But I want you to, daddy," he whispered back, his exquisite eyes sparkling with joy as small hands raked along my arms and back. My own little ray of sunshine. "Again and again and again and again and-"

"I get it," I said with a laugh.

Wyatt's eyebrows waggled in amusement. "And again and again and again and again-"

I kissed him.

Again and again.

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