17. Stanton

17

STANTON

T here was nothing prettier than my baby boy naked spread across the cool, silky sheets of our bed. I was loving the no-clothes-in-the-house rule I'd put into place. My baby's hair was mussed. His plump lips were slightly parted just asking for a kiss to wake him up. My gaze moved lower to his broad chest, his rounded, furry belly I loved to worship almost as much as his dick that rested to the left at the top of his thick thigh. Thighs that had dimples I'd kissed so many times. I swore I'd never seen anything as beautiful as Beckett.

Warring with myself about awakening him. He'd gone to bed while I finished up a call with some of my people about an issue at the event they were organizing. I'd definitely taken longer than I'd planned. My irritation had grown as the call lengthened, and I'd barely kept it out of my tone. While I trusted and respected all my employees, sometimes they annoyed the fuck out of me. They'd found a new way to get on my nerves, picking at me about my obsession with my man—my boy.

Crossing to the bed, I pushed my sweats off my hips to fall around my feet. Kicking them aside, I crawled onto the bed. I loved on his hairy lower legs until I reached his knees. The shift of his hips and the arch of his back opened him wider for me. Showing me his furry crease and his heavy sac. My cock was instantly hard at his sexy, little whimper. Every sound he made turned me on. The gruffness of his laughter that I knew he'd lacked before me. His whines as I licked, sucked, and kissed him. So needy and easy to please after too many years of neglect.

I'd learned how to bring him pleasure. My favorite was getting him off just licking over that tight, little hole of his. I'd tested and proved my theory countless times. The picture of him clawing at the sheets, his grunts muffled as he rode my tongue, filled my head. Even though I wanted to feel his thick cock on my tongue, I bypassed it to lick over the treasure trail on the lower curve of his belly. His whimper was sexy as I nipped at his rounded stomach. There were no more instances of him sucking it in to try to hide from me.

The first time he proudly walked around the house naked with a teasing smirk as he noticed my cock tenting the front of my pajama bottoms filled me with awe that I'd allowed him to feel confident and safe. Him bending over to show me what was mine as he pretended to clean before we went to bed caused me to groan, and he'd hid his laughter at my expense. I shivered as his upper body arched into mine, and the front of my thighs pushed to the back of his, opening him up for me.

As I sucked at his full bottom lip, I noticed his lashes flutter, and then I repeated the gentle pressure to the top one. When I nipped the trapped curve, his sleepy eyes opened, and he tipped his chin to press our mouths closer together.

"Daddy," he whispered as he hooked his lower legs around me to hold me close.

"I didn't want to wake you, but…" I paused and softly kissed him. "You looked so sexy in our bed."

When I said we were going home or called something ours, his pupils dilated, and he lowered his lashes to hide it from me. There were so many mental and emotional injuries that still required healing. I longed to knit all the festering wounds back together to make him stronger. If the unthinkable ever happened, I'd send him back into the world to thrive with the knowledge of what he deserved.

"Did your call go okay?" His question was muffled against my lips.

"Yes, but it was too damn long… kept me from you."

His cheeks flushed pink above his beard.

"So shy… so sweet," I whispered as I stroked my lips across one flushed cheek, then the other. The way he turned his head to give me access—his submission to my affections—I'd never grow tired of my sweet baby always being mine. "Since the call cut our cuddle short, you can have any reward you want… I don't care what it is. You name it, it's yours."

His demands, I craved them. I fostered that security to allow him to ask for what he needed. Although he rarely asked for anything material. Beckett was so happy with acts like cuddling while we watched a movie. Special outings like going to the park to get on the swings. His Little side came out, capturing those small things no one had allowed him while growing up.

"I just want you," he said softly as he brought his hands to my cheeks to stroke the backs of his fingers along my face.

Shifting, I stretched out beside him and propped my head on my upraised hand. My gaze moved over his gorgeous body, the softness of it. Using my fingertips, I drew them from the hollow between his collarbones. Gently tweaked his pebbled nipples. I groaned at how sensitive they were. Every time I played with them, he'd arch. His breath stuttered between his parted lips.

"Did you play with yourself in the shower? Prepare yourself for me?"

He nodded his answer. I molded his belly with my hand. "So sexy." A rumble sounded in my chest as my fingers sunk into his plush flesh. As I caressed lower, I smirked as he pouted when I bypassed his hard length. "My needy baby."

"Is that wrong?" His tone was barely above a sighing breath.

I hated he still believed that something natural for him would turn me off. Needier the better. The way he cried when I loved on him—when I kissed away his tears as I brought him down. It would always be my extreme pleasure to ease him from the highs I always took him to.

"No, baby, I love my boy all needy for Daddy's touch. For my fucking."

Tickling along his taint, he opened his legs, lifting one over my thighs to allow me to test his slick, prepared ass. As he stretched his arms over his head, he muttered a series of curses. Two of my slender fingers easily stroked inside. Feeling the slickness caused by the copious amounts of lube he'd used.

"Daddy." My title came out broken by a shuddering moan.

"Ride them, baby," I ordered. "Show me how you want me to use that beautiful little hole."

I held my breath as he placed his feet flat on the mattress. His hips rocked, arched upward to take my fingers deeper—lowered his ass until they slipped almost free. When he pressed his head into the pillow under his head, my focus shot to his face. Fuck, the way he squeezed his eyes shut when he lost himself fucked with my control. No matter my intentions to edge him until he begged sweetly, my boy broke me so easily.

I rolled my hips, rubbing my cock against his hairy thigh. Sweat slicked our skin. The quiet of our bedroom was broken by his high-pitched whines and my deep groans. I grew impatient and started meeting him with a thrust as he swiveled his hips to take my fingers deeper.

"You have no idea how fucking sensual you are. Those sweet sounds. The scent of your skin. No one… no one will ever own me the way you do, baby boy." When he turned his head, I stretched to meet his mouth with mine. "Obsession is too tame a word for what I feel for you."

As I removed my hand from between his legs, he shouted no , but I cut him off as I urged him onto his side. His back, with the smattering of hair, was pressed flush to my smooth chest. His hairy ass in the cradle of my body. I positioned him how I needed him.

"Open those fat cheeks. Show Daddy what's mine." I cursed as he did as I demanded.

Stroking my cock, I smoothed the pre-cum down my length. My movements were almost painful on my cock. No matter how many times I fucked him, sometimes multiple times a night, it was more intense every time. And he never denied me. My slutty boy took whatever I gave him and always begged for more.

I tightened my jaw, ordering myself to keep from getting off until he came, and then, only then, would I give into my own release. Quickly, I placed the head of my slender cock to his hole and felt the tease of the hair around it. Nudging tenderly, increasing the pressure until the head popped inside. His gasp and my groan canceled each other out. I thrust forward slowly, feeding him a few inches until I grasped his hip.

"Tell me you want it, boy."

"I need it, Daddy, I've been so good."

I brushed my lips to his shoulder. "You have, and that warrants a reward."

Without pausing, I sank inside. His slick muscles rippled around my cock as my pelvis connected with the lush curves of his ass cheeks. I pushed my right arm under his head and bent it to grip his soft waves.

"Fuck me, Daddy." Before Daddy fully left his mouth, I retreated and slammed forward. He shouted and babbled as I deep-stroked his tight hole. The rim massaging along my shaft as I retreated and thrust.

"My boy, this ass… everything you are was made just for me. "

My chest tightened, heart pounding against my ribs, and words weren't needed as I fucked him. I took him with all the strength in my leanly muscled body. The slapping of our sweaty skin amped up my ecstasy. The desperation in his groans and incoherent muttering. Everything about him was an aphrodisiac. The crispness of his body hair. The rippling of his body in movement. His ass clamping down on my dick as I pulled out.

His body and reactions were a feast for my senses. All five were engaged, heightened as every nerve seemed exposed. I snapped my hips, buried myself inside him, and stilled.

"No, do… don't stop." His voice was hoarse.

"Easy, baby, you feel how deep I am?" My teeth nipped at his ear, and then my lips caressed along his cheek while he turned his head. "I was created for you… my purpose is your pleasure… your smile." His mouth trembled against mine. "To always give you a reason to honor me with your love."

As a small sob slipped free, his sweat and tears wet my cheek. What the hell had I done so right to bring this man to me at the perfect time?

"I want you to cum all over my cock. Need to hear it. The way you scream my name."

I gave him no warning as I gripped the front of his hip. My fingertips tangled in his thick pubes. I shifted to change the angle of my thrusts, and then I fucked him. Forced out every grunt. Every whimpered plea. His submission was my greatest reward in life. No matter my success, my many accomplishments, they meant nothing compared to earning his trust and love.

There was a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as he fought me. "Too much."

"Fuck, no, boy, you can take it." I growled; my chest vibrated against his back. Stroking deep and rough, just the way I knew he loved it. "Make me happy… you know what your Daddy needs. Stroked that fat dick. Earn Daddy's cum."

Our bodies slammed together, loving violence in every motion. His jiggling ass meeting my hips. Goddamn, he pulsed around my cock. Clamping down almost painfully tight as he pulled away. That deep caress seduced me back in, increasing my speed and power. My balls slapped against him. My teeth sank into his back—sucking up marks along his upper back. His short nails scored my thigh, leaving stinging welts in their wake.

I prayed for a few more minutes. I wouldn't lose it until he shot his release across the sheets in front of him. The ache in my nuts. The jerking of my cock. The moment he broke, his arm moved into a frenetic jacking of his dick. His upper body arched forward as he bore down on my length. The combination of lube and my plentiful pre-cum sent wet sex sounds filling the room.

"Cum for me, baby, do it… nothing like watching you leak."

He froze with his back in an arch and a deep, tortured groan drawn out, and that was my signal. I thrust and cursed, slamming our bodies together as I strove for my own release. The tingle began at the base of my spine, my sac drawing up tightly, and yet I couldn't stop. The clench of his hole was so tight that I had to force my way back inside.

Fuck, I hugged him back against me as I sealed my body to his, and I came hard enough that the rush of blood in my ears blocked everything out. Nothing existed except him—the sensation of my release filling him. I was too sensitive, but I couldn't bear to separate from him and just ground us together as I emptied inside him. The first and last man to ever get that from me.

"I love you so much," I whispered as I searched for his mouth with mine. Our kiss was sloppy, nothing but lazy need as we comforted each other. No other experience in life would top that. Loving him was my only purpose. His happiness and pleasure were like a drug I'd never tire of.

We collapsed on our sides, and he twisted until we could make out .

"Love you, Daddy." His sweet, sleepy voice was barely above a whisper as we lay there.

Other than that, no words were needed. Loving each other was what we were made for. I'd been destined to kiss him—to make him mine. As our bodies cooled, when I should've pulled away to get us cleaned up and comfortable to get some sleep, I just held him closer.

I wondered if he understood how much he owned me.