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In the bedroom, Daddy likes to control things.

Adrian

A s soon as we make it inside his house, I kick the door closed and slam into him, my lips colliding with his. A surprised ‘ oomph ’ leaves his lips, but then he’s pulling me to him, walking us backwards.

“Over there is your room,” he says against my lips, causing me to chuckle.

Too much talking. I suck on his bottom lip and palm his dick through his pants. If I had it my way, the spare room would be just that, a spare. Sharing a room and a bed with my Daddy? It sounds perfect. Although I might be thinking with my other head at the moment.

“Don’t care,” I murmur into the kiss. “Where’s your room?”

He continues guiding me forward. I yank his leather jacket off and tug his shirt over his head. We finally make it into his room, and I continue to strip him until he’s completely bare in front of me, cock bobbing and pointing my way.

Smirking, he sits on the edge of his bed like a king on his throne. He spreads his legs wide and strokes himself as I stand there and watch.

“In the bedroom, Daddy likes to control things. Is that okay with you, boy?”

I gasp before biting my lip and nodding. Oh fuck. His voice is so rough, I’m pretty sure I could jerk off to the sound of it.

Theo’s gaze narrows, his jaw tightens, and a possessive darkness seems to cloud his eyes. I swallow hard. It’s a look I’ve never seen from Theo before, but something about it makes me even harder and gives me hope. “Words, sweet boy.”

“Yes, Daddy. I want you to take control.”

He smiles, stroking his cock faster. “Are you okay with the stoplight colors for safe words? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going?”

“Yes, Daddy. Green. Green.”

“Good. Now, kneel in front of me, Aid.”

I swallow hard and drop to my knees.

Theo groans at the sight of me as he continues to stroke his cock. I want to push his hand away and grab hold of him. He’s beautiful there, long and thick with prominent veins that make my mouth water. Instead of giving in to my urges, I wait for Daddy’s command.

“Take your shirt off. Show me those pretty muscles.”

I yank the shirt over my head and toss it behind me.

“So beautiful.” He leans forward and tweaks a nipple, tugging it gently and pinching it just right. I tremble and moan. Oh fuck. Can I come just from nipple play? Letting go of my nipple, he shoves two fingers into my mouth. I immediately start sucking, wishing it was his cock instead.

“Fuck. Look at you. So desperate for Daddy’s cock.”

I nod.

“How filthy can we get? Would you like it if I made a mess of you, sweet boy?”

I nod again.

“Words,” he commands.

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble around his fingers. “Green, green, green.”

I’ve never really had the opportunity to be filthy, or messy, or rough with someone. But they are all things I crave desperately. Secret desires I’ve held close to my chest.

“Such a good boy for Daddy.” He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and lightly touches my cheek, smearing my saliva all over me. I groan, palming my rock-hard cock through my jeans.

His eyes follow the movement. “You can touch yourself through your jeans, but no coming and no pulling your cock out. Not until Daddy has his way with you.”

I moan desperately. Holy shit. The combination of his wrecked but still commanding voice and the way he keeps calling himself Daddy almost makes me spill over.

“You can touch me, baby boy.”

Leaning forward, I don't give him the opportunity to change his mind. My hands are everywhere, exploring his stomach, sucking on his abs, and playing with his nipples. I want to drive him as wild as I feel. The bratty side I usually keep hidden has come forth. I can tell Daddy wants to take his time, but I want him hard and needy. I want him to come before he realizes it’s happening.

He sucks in a deep breath when I continue to work him over. He wants it filthy? I make loud slurping noises and moan as I leave a trail of saliva all over, using it to slick my way as I play with him.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck . You’re so fucking sexy. I need to come.”

It isn’t a command, so I continue to work his body, concentrating as if I’m on the ice, looking for the next pass.

His fingers tangle in my hair roughly, and he tugs. “Fuck, baby boy. Please. Please suck Daddy’s cock.”

Oh god. Just hearing Theo Walsh beg for me is the single hottest thing I’ve heard in my whole life. I eagerly take his cock down my throat.

He groans so loud, I almost thought he was actually coming, but his cock is still thick and leaking in my mouth. “I’m gonna come, boy. Whatever you do, don’t swallow. You hear me? Hold it in your mouth until I say.”

I nod just in time. He fills my mouth, and it’s more than I think either of us realized it would be, because it’s spilling out of the corners of my lips as I try desperately not to swallow. He groans again, his pupils so blown out, I can’t even see the pretty blue I’ve grown used to.

“Don’t swallow,” he commands again, still panting heavily. “Stand up and finish stripping.”

I do just that, kicking off my shoes and tugging off my pants.

“Fuck, look at all that precum dripping from your cock. You’re leaking like a damn faucet, baby boy. Come here.”

My face heats at his words. I step between his legs. He’s still lounging on the corner of his bed, leaning back on his elbows, which are propping him up. With one hand, he lifts his still hard dick, giving it a few pumps.

“I want you to get even closer, so your legs are touching me and the bed. Good. Now go on, spit. Use my cum as lube and get yourself off.”

My eyes widen with shock, and I have to pinch the base of my cock to keep from coming before I’ve even started.

I spit onto my cock, using my hand to catch some of the extra as I coat my dick. Fuck. He wasn’t kidding about this being filthy. I fucking love it. I begin stroking eagerly, and I know I won’t last.

“That’s it, sweet boy. I want you to come all over Daddy. Mark me with your cum.”

His words cause me to lose my rhythm, and the next thing I know, I’m fucking my cum-slicked hand, spilling all over his chest, his stomach, and his cock. I tremble, coming apart as I have the most powerful orgasm of my life.

And when I come to, it’s to the sweet murmurs of my Daddy’s praise as he peppers kisses on my cheeks and cleans me up with a damp washcloth. My chest fills with warmth. Smiling, I whisper my thanks and fall asleep against the first man to have ever taken care of me after sex.