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“I know,” I said. And anything that happened here, he’d NDA’d me up to the eyeballs—even if it wasn’t enforceable because of the wholecriminal thing. “But you’re naked, and I—” I gulped so hard I dried out my entire throat.
Daddy placed his hand on my neck, sliding it down with the width of his fingers spreading to consume more of me. “If you want me, I’ll give it to you, but I need you to promise you’re not going to leave afterwards.”
I nodded, letting out a gentle whimper. “I just wanna feel you.”
He whipped the duvet away from his legs and there it was—soft, heavy, thick, pushed up prominently on his balls. “I’m uncut,” he said. “Is that a problem?”
6. SANTO
There was probably more to why people left after having sex with me. Maybe it was the way I changed from the Santo out on the street, spitting and smoking, to who I could be here, where I’d always felt comfortable to be me. It was strange even now, months after becoming the head of the Bianchi family, that I was under my father’s thumb anddoing that gay shitout of sight.
Isaiah was different to the others, though. That wasn’t my first thought about him, but it was what I thought now, and that’s what mattered. He was soft, attentive, caring, and he needed this job—not for social clout or bragging rights, but because I was helping him stay alive, stay afloat.
“I love uncut,” he said. “Can I—”
Being uncut wasn’t the norm here, I had a lot of skin to play with when it was soft, and a lot of that was stretched out when it got hard. I’d been nursing a chub most of the day—it’s what kept me on alert, a little arousal in the system.
“As long as you keep your promise,” I said.
He pulled out his pinky and he promised me. It felt oddly ceremonial, forcing me to kiss my thumb as he kissed his. “Now it’s official,” he said. “I can’t leave.” Then he wiggled his wrist and showed off the bracelet, a sign of who he belonged to.Me.
“Then go ahead, go to town.”
His eyes lit up, and as I lay down, he climbed across my legs, positioning himself.
My dick went from chubbed to hard in a single touch. He couldn’t wrap his hand around it, although he tried, pulling back the foreskin then pushing it over my head. “We could...” he whispered, biting his lower lip.
I was happy to let him play, my hands behind my head. “What do you want to do?”
“So,” he let out with a giddy squeeze of his feet at the side of my thighs. I wasn’t a horse to be directed, but he could be the jockey to my dick. “It’s called docking.”He licked the tip of my cock as the foreskin was all pushed up.
I knew what that was. “Do whatever you want,” I whispered. “As long as you’re having fun.” I liked seeing his eyes light up, the way he gripped as much of my cock as he could with one hand and pushed his other hand through the untamed bush I had. He was like a cat, rubbing his face all over me and giggling—his version of a purr, I was sure. I closed my eyes for a moment and he went to deepthroat my cock. My cock was like one of those “grow your own boyfriend”gag gifs, if you applied saliva to it, it was going to grow—thick, big, and ready to block your windpipe if you gave me chance. But I was being different with Isaiah. I wasn’t tying him to the bed, to the bathroom, to wherever I pleased in my pleasure penthouse.
“You like that?” he asked, eyes red and watery, smiling as wide as his face allowed. “I think I might need jaw surgery after that.”
“Baby,” I said, gesturing for him to come closer, pulling him onto my body and wrapping my legs tight around his waist. “You’re different, you’re special, you’re not going to hurt yourself.”
Through those happy watery eyes, he nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
I could’ve devoured every sweet part of him and then left him reeling with memories of the night. I thought I was cursed almost, to fuck him and watch him go, or to play the long game and wait, giving him a million reasons to stay at my side—and now he was in my bed.
He licked my tip, his entire mouth engulfing my head, then going down again, taking me deeper into his throat until he gagged and coming back up with happy tears and a wide grin.This was a ride to him, like a roller coaster, starting slow and then bam, getting hit with the deep drop.
“Having fun?” I asked, trying to keep my hands behind my head and not forcing my dick to asphyxiate him.
“Yes,” he said, riding his body up and down my thighs like I really was some cart on the roller-coaster tracks. “Can I do the thing now?” He had his hand on his bulging briefs, which were so tight I thought he might’ve already taken them off. But he was waiting for permission.
“Told you already, play with me as you wish,” I said. “Daddy’s your playground.”
He moaned heavily, and with swift leg swings, he whipped his briefs off and flung them across the room with a giggle—it didn’t seem like he’d done it intentionally, just the way his leg swung. I grinned. “You like that?” he asked.
“You wanna take the vest off as well?” I could see how hard his nipples were, much darker than the rest of his skin. It wasn’t the first time I was seeing his bare chest, but once he removed it, it would be the first time I’d see him completely naked, like a crab without it’s shell, all soft and easy to eat. I smacked my lips at the thought of eating him, just a nibble, maybe even a bite. I wanted to leave my mark.
Slowly, he removed the vest and tried covering his chest with his hands. “I’m a bit self-conscious,” he whispered.
“Why?”
He shook his head. “I’m just—”
