Page 84 of Dirty Daddies Pride 2025 (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #7)

Chapter Eight

Grant

Colby lay beneath me, trembling and blissed-out, his body soft and sated and so fucking beautiful in the afterglow of his pleasure that, for a moment, I was completely frozen. Awed by the fact that he actually wanted to be mine.

Then he turned his head to the side, letting me see the blissed-out smile on his face and the expression of raw, open vulnerability, and something deep in my chest cracked wide open.

This was real, and as long as I didn’t fuck it up, I was going to get to keep it.

Keep him .

It wasn’t a fantasy, or a temporary arrangement, or a careful indulgence wrapped in legal language and expiration dates. I loved him.

And by some miracle, he loved me, too.

I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, only remembering at the last second that he may not want my kiss after… well, the last kisses I just gave him.

But the sweet boy really was perfect for me. He gave a soft sigh of pleasure, then chased my lips as I chuckled and pressed another kiss to the tender skin below his ear where I’d left a mark earlier—a perfect little bruise that made every protective, possessive part of me purr.

“Still with me, baby?” I murmured, brushing his curls back from his damp forehead. “You doing okay?”

He nodded, glassy-eyed and flushed. “So good, Daddy.”

My heart clenched. I couldn’t believe I’d rejected the option of being his Daddy the first time we’d sat down together.

I’d been a fool. Hearing that title from him was never going to get old, and like this?

As he looked up at me through hooded eyes, like I hung the stars?

It made my hands shake a little as I touched his face.

He was glowing, wrecked from his orgasm and absolutely perfect.

And, finally , I was going to make love to him now. Not fuck him—not just that. Not a possession or a performance, not a reward or a routine. This was going to be worship, because Colby deserved it.

I wanted him to feel everything I felt. Reverence. Wonder. Love.

I wanted to treat him so well that, eventually, when I asked him for forever, he’d say yes as quickly and eagerly as he’d said yes to Seattle.

“Turn over for me, baby,” I said, my voice low and steady even as emotion pressed tight against my ribs. “I’ve got you.”

He obeyed without hesitation, slow and languid, like every part of him belonged to me.

And it did.

Every sweet inch of him was mine now—and as urgently as my cock was throbbing between my legs, I was going to take my time proving it. There would be time enough to fuck him deep and dirty in our future, and as sexy as the boy was, I would definitely look forward to doing it that way, too.

But we’d only ever have one first time, and this time? I wanted to take him apart so completely that forever after, he would know down to the depths of his soul that he was loved.

“Daddy,” he whispered, eyes trusting as he stared up at me waiting to see what I’d do, where I’d start, how high I would take him.

“Baby,” I murmured, stretching his arms over his head and covering his body with mine and letting him feel the heavy press of my erection against his hip, “I’m going to take such good care of you. Daddy’s got you. Now close your eyes, sweet boy, and just feel.”

I held him there, pinned by the weight of my body, his wrists clasped loosely in one hand, and ran the other up his side, over his chest, then back down to his belly, feeling the shiver go through him and the muscles flex and tremble beneath his skin.

“Please,” he gasped, his cock already filling again, rising slowly between us with the resilience of his youth.

My sweet, eager boy.

I pressed a kiss to his sternum, then let my fingertips dance along his ribs and over his abs, circling his belly button and making him twitch and giggle before I dipped my finger inside.

“Ticklish?”

He shook his head, little liar, and I laughed, kissing his jaw as I moved my hand upward again, curious to find out whether his nipples were sensitive or not.

Because damn, they were beautiful twin temptations that had my mouth watering, dusky pink areolas the same color as the engorging head of his cock, puckering before my eyes into two tight little buds of arousal.

“Ah,” I breathed out, barely audible, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I thumbed one, then the other, my cock throbbing against his hip with an urgency that was just going to have to wait.

Yes, I wanted to be inside him.

Yes, I wanted to feel him come apart on my cock.

But Daddy has promised to spoil this boy, and Daddy was going to keep that promise. Keep it, and enjoy every fucking minute of it, because even after having just come, Colby was so responsive it was like a dream.

My dream.

My dream come true.

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked, brushing my thumb over first one little nub, and then the other.

He nodded, his breathing going fast and shallow as I kept circling one of his nipples. Then, when I lowered my head, he gave a shocked little cry as I licked it, his back arching up with pleasure and driving his cock against my abs.

I groaned, grinding against his hip, then focused on what I was doing, swirling my tongue around and around his nipple, then suckling hard, determined to get even more of those beautiful reactions from him. Hell, not just determined, I was like a starving man with a feast in front of me.

Yes, I’d enjoyed some mutually agreeable sexual pleasures with my sugar babies over the years, but even with Colby, I’d kept a certain distance. Kept it to hands, mouths, cocks. Kept myself almost fully clothed so that I could keep it to physical pleasure without risking anything deeper.

But being skin to skin with him? Having his whole body as my playground, and a chance to learn every erogenous zone he had? This went far beyond mere pleasure. It was almost sacred.

And hot as fucking hell, too.

“Daddy,” he panted, hips moving, searching for friction as his cock throbbed, hard and leaking, and his hands opened and closed in my grip, restless, seeking something, anything, to hold onto.

“I’ve got you,” I promised, kissing a path across his chest.

The gorgeous little cry he gave when I sucked the other nipple into my mouth had my own cock pulsing hard, precum pooling on his thigh as I gave serious contemplation to whether or not I could get him to come again from this alone.

I sucked hard, then gently blew over his wet nipple, tempted to try. But when he cried out for me again, his cock jerking as his eyes fluttered shut, I knew I needed to taste more of him.

His ass was a dream and his nipples were delightful, but now I wanted his cock.

“Please, please, please, fuck me, Daddy,” he gasped, writhing against me as he tried to grab me and pull me directly on top of him.

I grinned. Sweet, dirty little thing. I loved seeing him like this. Loved hearing him desperate with need. Loved being the one who got the privilege of fulfilling it.

But not yet.

I was in charge, and I wanted to feel that surprisingly long shaft of his in the back of my throat.

“Shhh,” I soothed, pulling his hands back above his head and holding them there, his wrists crossed, my palms on top of his. “Let me show you how good Daddy can make you feel, sweet boy. Close your eyes. Just feel.”

He stared at me for a moment, dazed and horny and fucking beautiful, his chest heaving with breath and his body flushed with his arousal. Then his eyelashes fluttered, and the look of adoration and trust he gave me before they closed completely was almost more than I could take.

I kissed his cheek. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then I started working my way down his body again, licking and sucking, biting lightly here and there, memorizing every sensitive spot on his torso until his whole body was a map of goosebumps, his cock straining upward and leaking a puddle of salty precum into his belly button that I could no longer resist.

With a groan, I released his wrists, held his hips down, and dipped my tongue into the little pool, his cockhead bobbing against my chin.

“Daddy!”

His whole body bucked beneath me as if he’d just experienced an electric shock, and I grinned against his taut stomach, lapping up every drop of his musky, salty-sweet essence as his cock jerked and danced against my throat, my chin, my cheek.

“Oh god, oh please, just... just suck it,” he whined, writhing against my firm hold. “Daddy, I need you.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I growled, pressing a kiss just below his belly button as I drank in the sight of him.

He was staring back down at me with something close to awe, his eyes glazed over with lust, his cheeks flushed, and an expression on his face like he couldn’t believe this was real.

I knew the feeling.

I also knew I was done teasing him, and since I was going to spend the rest of my life making him feel special, it was past time for me to follow through on the rest.

With a last, lingering kiss just below his belly button, I shifted lower, and this time, when his cockhead bumped against my chin, I took it.

His cock was perfect. Just the right size to make sucking him a challenge and a delight.

He filled my mouth, the smooth, soft, velvet skin of his shaft sliding past my lips as I took him all the way in, humming around his length when he let out a wild cry, then pushing my fingers into his mouth as I took him deeper.

Not to shut him up. Fuck, I loved hearing the hot, uninhibited sounds he made. No, I needed them good and wet so I could stretch his hole while I sucked him, and there was no way I had the patience to pause what I was doing and find the lube.

He moaned around my fingers, treating them just as well as he’d always treated my cock, and then, when I took them back and pushed two into his hole?—

“Yes, yes, yes, please ,” he gasped, his thighs tensing, his fingers tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting toward me hard enough to trigger my gag reflex.

Damn. It had been ages since that had happened, and with Colby?

Hot. As. Fuck.