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“Will you swallow?”

“Yes, all of it. I’ll suck and swallow until you’re dry and your cock is soft in my mouth. Daddy, please! I can’t hold it back anymore. I don’t want to be naughty. Let me—”

“Come, sweet boy.”

His long, deep groan tips me over the edge. Cum spills over my hand and onto my stomach. Exhausted, I listen to his pants, too tired to move to clean myself up.

“That was so good, Daddy.”

“I’m glad you had fun, sweet boy. We’re going to lie together for a while. Then, when I tell you to, you’re going to clean up and wash your dildo.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And remember, sweet boy, the next time I get you all to myself, I’m going to blindfold you, tie you up, and play with you until you come even harder than you just did.”

Corey lets out a quiet laugh. “I’m not sure that’s possible, Daddy.”

“Oh, it is. I promise you it is.”

“Then I really can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“I can’t wait either. I love you, sweet boy.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

20

Corey

Lexi sulks all the way to the cinema, which is quite honestly wearing. No matter what mood she’s in, I’m determined to have a good afternoon with Spence. I love him, I want to spend time with him, and I want him and Lexi to get along.

Unlike when we met outside the zoo, Spence greets me with a soft kiss. He puts his hand on my back almost possessively, reminding me that he’s my Daddy. Not that I could or would forget.

“Hi, Lexi,” he says, smiling broadly. “Are you looking forward to seeing the film?”

She crosses her arms and turns her face away from him. “No.”

Spence keeps smiling. “I got tickets already. Is everyone having popcorn?”

Lexi’s mouth twitches, and she glances at Spence ever so briefly. I’m not sure if I should feel bad that Spence keeps paying for everything. I know he’s doing it because he wants to spoil me and take care of me, which is great. I adore the attention he lavishes on me. But at some point, I really do need to pay forsomething.

“I want popcorn,” I say.

“Salt or sweet?” Spence asks.

“Sweet.”

“That doesn’t surprise me at all.”

“I’m not even sure why salted popcorn exists,” I say with a shudder.

Spence laughs. “Nor do I. What about you, Lexi? Which do you prefer?”

“Sweet,” she mutters.

“Great. At least we’ve all got good taste. Shall we?”

He holds his hand out to me, and I take it, even though Lexi glares at Spence like he’s some kind of evil monster. I take her hand too, and we go into the cinema and join the snack queue. Spence strokes my hand while we wait, lending me quiet support while Lexi continues to avoid even looking at him. Even though Spence is my Daddy, I should be the one reassuring him. Not that I know what to say, especially in front of Lexi.