Just Sign Here Read online Cara Dee

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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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My mouth twitched.

Was that jealousy I was hearing? It couldn’t be.

“Other assistants?” he asked.

“No.” I pinched his nipple a little harder and grasped my cock with my free hand. “We have a no-fraternization policy at Westwater, and once upon a time, I actually took it seriously.”

That appeared to lighten the tension. Mirth seeped into his eyes. “Did you really?”

“Mm. I’d go so far as to say I’ve never been tempted before.”

“I see.” The sweet boy liked hearing that. “Then you met me?”

I chuckled. “Then I met you.” It warmed my heart to witness his pleasure, but the dominant bastard in me wanted to tone down the smugness. So, I closed the distance between us and locked his feet around my ass. “Keep them there while Daddy rubs his cock all over your pretty underwear.”

That earned me the first nick along the edge of my jaw, and the sweetest part was that Peyton became genuinely distraught. He apologized over and over for being startled, and he cleaned the spot with a corner of the damp towel.

“That’s enough, pet. I’m fine. Get back to shaving me.” I emphasized just how “injured” I was by pressing my cock against his semisoft bulge and covering myself with my hands. God, that felt good. It wasn’t a wet, warm, tight hole, but it was his cock against mine.

I instantly noticed how smooth his sac was, even through the fabric of his briefs. Either he’d shaved his balls very recently, or he barely had any hair on them in the first place.

Peyton sank his teeth into his bottom lip and slid the razor over my cheek.

“It probably wouldn’t be nice of me if I spoiled your underwear, would it?” I peered down as much as I could without interrupting what he was doing, and I rubbed the head of my cock along the length of his. “It’s hard to resist, though,” I murmured. “I love groping you. I love seeing how embarrassed you get.” I teased the tips of two fingers along the seam of the fabric and tested the elasticity. Oh, that would work. The underwear had plenty of give, despite being so snug. “I think Daddy’s cock wants in here.” I dipped my fingers underneath and scratched his trimmed hair. “What do you say, little boy? Should we let it?”

He made a soft, needy sound that went straight to my cock. “If you want, sir.”

“I want. Spread your legs as if you’re a desperate little slut.” I helped him, because I couldn’t fucking wait.

As his chest started heaving, I unleashed my need and manhandled him. I grabbed at his thighs, pressing myself as close as I could. The urgency blasted within, and I barely registered the sound of the razor clanking into the sink. Fuck, I had to feel him. Now. Right fucking now. I lifted his underwear, and I forced my cock toward his. Skin on skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was it. I trapped my cock under his and pressed a hand over his swelling bulge, and then I fucked the tight gap.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I rubbed the underside of his cock; its head pointed toward his abs, and the wet spot forming at the tip caused the same reaction in me as last time. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him soon. I wanted to feel his cock in my throat, in my ass, in my hands.

Peyton whimpered and dug his fingernails into my biceps.

“Look what you’re making me do,” I said, breathing heavily. “I can’t fucking control myself around you. Here—hold here.” I placed his hand over his cock. “Press down so you make it tight for Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he gasped.

I gnashed my teeth and hooked an arm under his knee. Then I almost folded him in half and fucked him up against the counter. Over and over, I pushed my erection into the space between his cock and the smooth flesh above it. His soft hairs scratched my skin with every thrust, and my pre-come turned the makeshift hole warm and slick.

I gripped the back of his neck and nipped at his jaw. “We’re both gonna come in your underwear, Peyton,” I whispered. “We’re gonna make such a fucking mess out of you.”

“Oh fuck!” He threw his head back, the sexiest goddamn sight, and rubbed furiously at his cock.

It sent vibrations up my shaft, and I fucked him harder, faster, pushing my cock through the crease with punishing thrusts.

“You’ll look so good in Daddy’s come.” I licked a bead of perspiration that trickled down his neck, until I reached his earlobe. I sucked it into my mouth. “It’s time, baby. Come for Daddy. Soak my cock. Flood your underwear.”

Mere seconds later, he went rigid and let out a loud moan.

Warm come pulsed through the fabric, making his fingers glisten, and it trickled down to my cock too. As the scent of him reached my nostrils, I let go. Whether I wanted to or not. The bliss took over. I pushed against him once more, gliding through his orgasm with ease, and came.


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