Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
God, the things he said.
I wished he was wrong, but somehow, he was always right. He could peek right inside me and see what was hiding there like he just knew. I didn’t have the words to tell him that, though, so I focused on his cock and his desire.
Humming softly, I peeked up at him again before focusing back on his cock so I could give it all my attention. I fucked his slit with my tongue, I licked around the head like it was a popsicle…and when I finally went back to sucking on the sexiest binkie ever, his dick throbbed and I knew he was right there.
“Fuck. Baby. I…” His warning had me swallowing around him as he fired into my mouth, cum filling it as he groaned and gave in to the urge to fuck my mouth and push his cock deeper into me.
When he eventually sagged back against the couch, he sighed and I released his cock, giving it one more kiss before I tucked it back in his briefs. “You’re the sexy…god…”
I wasn’t sure if that was something I should be proud over, but I found myself blushing and shifting so I could hide against his chest. He chuckled but wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “So sexy and now so shy. Perfect boy.”
I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I loved how he didn’t see my mixed emotions and reactions as insane.
He just liked me because I was me.
“Stay with me, Daddy.” Hiding against him turned to snuggling as how tired I was finally started to hit me. “Please?”
“Always, baby.” Dante hugged me tight and kissed my head. “Whenever you need me.”
Always…his word echoed in my head.
I’d always need my Dante…but I didn’t think the words would be enough, I needed to show him that I’d always need him…and that I’d always be there for him.
Chapter 22
Dante
“We don’t have to do this.” He was thoroughly enjoying driving me fucking nuts. “It’s a lot bigger step than I was imagining. Are you sure?”
People said to take baby steps for a reason.
“You’re worrying too much, Daddy.” Ruslan barely glanced around the seemingly deserted stairwell as he kissed my cheek. “It’ll be fine.”
He’d called me Daddy—on university property—he knew why I was worried.
“You want us to go to the club party together. This is worth worrying over.” I was actually starting to think he must’ve fallen out of bed and whacked his head when he’d gotten up earlier.
I’d found him buzzing around the house before the alarm had even gone off, so it was entirely possible this was some kind of oddness from a concussion. “Are you feeling okay?”
Why hadn’t I thought to check him for a head injury before we’d left the house?
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, Daddy, but you need to take a deep breath.” Ruslan waited a few seconds before giving me a good example to follow. “You told me the other day that it would make me feel better.”
Throwing my own words back at me was not the right way to distract me. “Thank you for your help, but I think I have very valid reasons for worrying. You’re going from we shouldn’t watch the chicken lay the egg in the video online because it’s too personal to we’re going to the club party together.”
He might’ve had a point with the chicken.
It didn’t seem right to get a camera all up in her business, but the club was something else entirely. He didn’t want to talk about his personal life with people on campus.
“We’re not chickens.” He actually had the nerve to roll his eyes. “No one is laying eggs.”
That had to be the worst moment for a couple of students who had to be young freshmen to walk around the corner and right past us. As their eyes went wide, one leaned closer to the other. “I told you this campus was fabulous. Just don’t tell your mother or she’ll drag you home.”
We both held our breath as they went down the stairs and hopefully out of hearing distance. “I knew we shouldn’t have had this conversation so close to your office.”
Ruslan’s eyes were the size of chocolate chip cookies and he blinked a few times before laughter exploded out of him. When he could catch his breath, he shook his head and looked down the stairs toward where they seemed to have gone outside. “What was that about? How did eggs translate into something kinky about campus?”
“I’m not even going to ask and I’m certainly not going to randomly guess.” Every year the kinks just got more interesting around the college. “But back to my point, please.”
Ruslan was still fighting off laughter and had to take another deep breath before he could respond. “I think that proves both of our points. Yes, I was embarrassed but I didn’t die, and I’m not even panicking over what the egg-related gossip will be about.”