Page 85 of Full Split

He walks me over to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I lay back, smiling as he hovers and glares down at me.

“You need to quit with theDaddybit.”

“Why, ‘cuz you like it?”

Another glare. I bite my lip.

Laughing, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down. I kiss him, moaning when his body relaxes over mine and he sinks into the kiss, licking into my mouth. My entire body buzzes.

“Don’t worry. You’re the only Daddy I want,” I whisper between kisses. “The only one who makes me so hard,” I arch my hips up, pressing against him. “So wet.” I lick and then bite down on his bottom lip. “So fucking hot for you.” He ruts into me, stoking the need building inside me. I feel like I might die if I don’t come soon.

“Fuck, I want you,” I rasp.

“Mmm. How do you want me?”

“Every way I can get you.”

“Every way?”

“God yes, please. Ruin this tight little boy pussy like I know you want to.”

He growls, then pulls off and away from me.

“Stand up.” I rush to obey, standing up in the middle of the bed, feeling tall and weirdly exposed. But not as exposed as I’m about to feel, as “strip” is his next command.

We both drop our clothes to the floor.

“All of it,” he says, gesturing to my underwear and packer. Just to be a brat, I take the fancy packer out and toss it at him. He catches it and gives it a little kiss on the tip. “We might have use for this later,” he says, and places it on the side table next to the lube.

A shiver runs through me as I stand fully naked in front of him, chest expanding and contracting as I wait for him to do or say something other than stare at me. All the lights are on. This isn’t some dim lit romantic moment, or fumbled tussle in a closet. This feels raw and kind of primal, especially the way he’s looking at me like a man possessed.

I didn’t think Wyatt could get any hotter. But growly, jealous, demanding Wyatt?

Hot. Damn.

“Fucking look at you,” he growls. “Making a mess all over yourself.”

He’s not wrong. I’m fucking soaked, like dripping down my thighs. I’d probably be embarrassed if he wasn’t looking at me like he wants to devour me.

Wyatt takes a step forward. The bed shakes as I instinctively take one step back. He shakes his head slowly.

I roll my lips and quickly dart my eyes around the room. Obviously, I’m not going to go far, but then again… Do I really want to?

A slow grin pulls the flesh of my bottom lip from between my teeth.

“Niles, if you run, I can’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Ohhh, you shouldn’t have said that.

“Do your worst, old man!”

With a battle yell that I’m sure Weston and our other neighbors really appreciate, I feign left, then leap off the bed in one long stride. I land on the seat of the cuckold chair and bounce over to the small loveseat like the floor is lava. He lunges for me, and I bounce back, narrowly avoiding him. But then I’m laughing so hard, I can barely see, and the next leap I take, I might as well have jumped straight into his arms. He all but clotheslines me, catching me around the middle, turns, and body slams me down on the bed.

Before I can get my bearings, he grabs my ankle and yanks me down the bed before climbing on top of me and pinning me to the mattress.

“Did you really just tell me to do my worst and call me old man like I’m not going to do something about that smart mouth?” he pants.

I’m not sure if I should be laughing or moaning, but I can’t breathe to do either because I’m trying to do both.