“Please? Please, fuck me with your baby’s come?”
Fucking hell.
Nostrils flaring, I growled, slapping a heavy hand on his lower back, anchoring him in place while I eased my way inside of him.
“Oh, god.” His spine curled. “Daddy… fuck.”
“You doing okay, baby?”
“More, please. Don’t stop.God.”
I moved until I was fully seated, my balls resting against the firm curve of his ass. His chest lifted and fell with labored, uneven breaths. Hips rocking, he tested my length.
“I… I like how full of you I feel. Like we’re tethered. Unescapable.”
I kissed his sweaty cheek and licked the tear that crested his eyes.
“Will you move now?” He rasped. “Please?”
Hand around his dick, I tugged in time with my thrusts. Flames started at the base of my spine, tearing through each of my limbs. My balls drew up tight, teeth grinding together as I struggled to breathe.
“Make me another mess, baby.”
He howled, and I felt his dick swell right before a warm rush of come flooded my palm. I brought it to my face, inhaling his musk while I chased my release. Toes curling, my neck pulsed, and I came with a low groan.
“Daddy, I can feel you.”
My grin was lazy as I slowed my thrusts, milking it for just a moment before pulling free. Come slipped from his wet hole, dribbling down his inner thigh. I captured the liquid with the pad of my finger and shoved it back inside of him.
“You keep that in there, sweetheart.”
Lips tugging upward, he became one with the table. “We’ll have to be mattress people for sure now. I’ll never walk again.”
I laughed and kissed the spot behind his ear. “Are you okay, though? No pain?”
“No pain.” He confirmed. “I’m perfect.”
… and allmine.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
SEBASTIAN
Iwas afraid of my own heart… of all the things it hoped for but never got…
… of its never-ending longing for a touch of kindness—somethingthat could fill all its empty spaces.
It was bleeding for something it’d never have, thumping anxiously and precariously.
Searching.
It wasn’t until I’d met Roman that I realized those stilted beats and periods of yearning were just my heart readying itself for the one getting ready for me.
I think maybe it waited my entire life for this day… the one dedicated to honoring love. The day it could praise the universe and whatever deity was living inside Roman’s head, whispering the steps he needed to take to bring him straight to me.
Instead… my heart was quaking. Dripping with blood and tears. It’d spentyearswaging a war within itself, battling opposing sides of love and grief.
Love should’ve been triumphant.