The sounds of us fucking ring through the room, the slapping of my pelvis on his cheeks, the animalistic growls, things from the counter scattering onto the floor. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced in my thirty-five years of life.

I’m coming undone, ready to burst as Jesse cries, “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna…”

Resting my forehead on his, my eyes lock between us. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

His entire body tightens, coils up, winding and winding until he snaps.

And his dick shoots cum everywhere, spraying it all over both of us while his hoarse voice stammers, “I’m coming, Daddy. Yes yes yessss…”

“Mmm… Good boy. Come hard for Daddy.”

His fingers dig into my flesh, bruising me in the best possible way while he unravels in my arms. I can’t even take it anymore.

My balls seize and I erupt, cum bursting from my cock, pulse after pulse, deep in his ass, his sexy body taking every drop.

“Mmmm… baby… You make me come so good.” I kiss the words onto his lips, sucking and biting him while I spin out.

“I do?” He gasps, sensually rubbing me all over; my chest, my neck, fingers twisting in my hair.

“Yes, sweet thing,” I mumble to him as the world finally evens out. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He hums an easy sigh of contentment, like that statement pleases him more than the explosive orgasm.

I’m captivated, slayed in this moment, unsure of what to think.

Being with him is… It’s like living on a rainbow.

He makes everything good.

How is it possible that this is the same kid I raised from the time he was two?

My fingers trail his jaw while we kiss for a while, catching breath and giving it to each other, coming down from our high and sweeping straight up into another.

“I want this always…” He murmurs sleepily, legs locked around my waist, clinging to me.

I move my kisses down his jaw into the crook of his neck, to smell him and treasure him, but also because I don’t know if I can look at him right now. This whole thing is throwing me for a loop.

When I finally lift myself up on shaky arms, I pull out of him slowly, buzzing head to toe at the sight of my cum dripping from his ass. He’s flushed all over, pale complexion the sweetest shade of pink. Glancing at his throat, I notice that there is a small purple mark there…

I left a hickey on him.

Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to do that.

I help him down from the counter, but when I go to release his hand, he holds mine tighter. There’s so much longing in his golden eyes, so much he clearly wants from me, and I just don’t know if it’s possible to give it to him.

My eyes fling to the window next to us, above the sink. One of our neighbors is out there, shoveling his driveway.