Page 12 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

Without warning, he grabbed my ankle and yanked me toward him. “Turn over.” Before I could, he manhandled me around so my hands were on the bed. He spread my cheeks and blew over my hole.

“Daddy, please.”

“Mm…I love it when you beg. Hold still.” He lined his cockhead up and pressed in. I wasn’t stretched very well, but he took it slow and stopped when I grunted. “You okay, baby-boy?”

“Stings a little. It’s fine. Keep going.”

He pushed on until he was fully seated, then he grabbed my hips, lifting my knees off the bed with a roar.

He had me feeling desperate. “Daddy…”

He thrust his hips forward and back a few times before shoving me up the bed and crawling after me. That’s when he really fucked me. Furiously. Fast. Erratically hitting my spot and making me call out in a high-pitched whine.

“Fuck…Matty…” He pounded me, proving the old sayinghe pounded me into the mattress.“Stroke your cock. Do it.”

I slid my hand beneath me, lifting my hips, and grabbed my dick. I didn’t grip it overly tight and let my cock slide in and out as Drake fucked me, pushing me down and back. Oh fuck. That was incredibly good, and my fingers had lube left on them from prepping, making the slide easy. So easy. So good. I moaned long and loud before coming all over the bed, stars exploding behind my eyelids.

He grunted and came, then pulled out and took care of the mess, wiping me down and crawling into bed with me, holding me tightly. My little mindset was long gone, and I was simply blissful.

The next morning, that changed. I fixed coffee for Drake and brought it to him before fixing mine. He sat up and took a few sips. “When’s your flight?”

“Uh…I don’t know. I thought—”

“I’ll text Jinx.” He fiddled with his phone, drank more coffee, then fiddled a little more. “It’s tonight. I need to have you there by noon.”

“Do I have to?”

“What? Yes. Grab a shower and get dressed. We’ll go to breakfast. Come on.”

I did as he said, and the breakfast place was good, but it was all covered by a dark, oppressive cloud over my head. I didn’t want to go. But we finished eating and got in the car. The airport wasn’t terribly far away, and it looked like we’d get there early.

“Can’t Mr. Jinkee change the flight? I didn’t get to stay long enough.”

“Matty. Baby. I love you. Love having you with me. But we have a lot of things to settle, and I can’t have you constantly distracting me.”

“I’ll keep my clothes on. Promise.”

He rubbed his hand over his face and his dark beard, which was getting thicker than it’d been before. “I can’t. This is why.” He held that hand up as if that explained it. But it didn’t and I didn’t understand.

“This sucks. I don’t like it.”

“I know. But this is temporary. We’ll figure it out.”

“Will we?”

He never answered that.

Too soon, we arrived at the airport, and he pulled to the curb for loading and unloading. He wasn’t even going to stay with meuntil the flight. “I have stuff to do, Matty. I’m meeting the guys to start planning out shit. I shouldn’t have to tell you.”

“No. Guess not.” I shrugged and got out, grabbing my bag from the backseat. Then I leaned back in. “Do I even get a kiss?”

“Come here.” The big, cranky ass leaned forward and cupped my cheek as he kissed me. Softly on the lips, then he slid his tongue alongside mine in a gentle rub. “Text me when you get to Vegas.”

“I will. Bye, Daddy.”

“Bye. Be safe.”

Safe? I never felt less safe—at least with my heart.