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That’s a mark in my favor.
My breath hitches as I break off the kiss. "Strong sunflower."
Mattie’s eyes widen. "What does that mean?"
"You’re fierce, Mattie. A fighter. A warrior. Not like other boys who never tell their Daddies what’s in their hearts. You communicate—like a boss.I fucking adore that."
I move my right hand back between Mattie’s legs and he grinds into it. "Thank you, Daddy."
"Say it again." I’m drunk on this angel. His voice. His aura.
"Daddy."
With a groan, I pin him to the patio chair, then foist myself on his lap.
Fuck knows how the chair doesn’t break—I fight not to think about this as I work my hips into his, my mighty joints pistoning.
My rock-hard dick grinds into his abs, the tip prodding his ribs.
Mattie throws his head back. "You’re so big."
"Don’t move, pretty boy." My fingers thread through his thick locks. "Daddy’s doing something he’s wanted to do to you for a very long time."
Heat explodes between us as I buck and gyrate, working my body against his, letting him feel my excitement.
His lips purse, breath trapping behind his teeth, before he thrusts them wide to take my tongue.
I suck the breath from his mouth, swallowing it whole—refusing to give it back.
With our mouths locked together so fucking tight he couldn’t gulp in air if he wanted to, I steamroll his body with my powerful hips, my thrusts causing the chair to creak, my enormous shaft ramming into him like a cattle prod.
"Daddy." Mattie touches my bulge. "So big."
"You like it, don't ya?" A groan springs free from my lips as I feast on his beestung ones. "Run those pretty fingers over that bulge. Mount Everest doesn’t have shit on me."
"It doesn’t, Daddy."
"That’s right. Play with it. Touch it. Never played with another man’s before, eh? Certainly not one who’s as old as me. I’ve got two decades on ya, boy—twenty years.My ass is grown. Fierce as fuck. I’ve seen shit. Done shit. Go ahead, don't be shy. It’s Daddy’s big cock—next, Daddy will see yours."
Mattie whimpers as he unzips me.
He threads my shaft out of my pants, then shakes as he strokes it.
"O-Oh, Daddy!"
It pulsates in his hand, jumping and stretching.
Mattie tugs back my foreskin—bam.
Without warning, a shot of virile pre-cum flies out of the tip and slams in his chest.
I growl into my teeth, trapping the guttural, primal sound so I don't frighten him. "That’s something that happens when you peel my foreskin back. Don't be afraid—I bet it happens to you, too."
Mattie spreads his legs. "Look, Daddy. No foreskin."
Heaving him into my arms, I lay him on the patio table—then rip his pants and briefs down and expose his naked body.
"My American boy," I grunt, my eyes rolling to the whites.
