Protection is Best Served With Benefits: MM DDlb Romance ✅

Chapter Eight

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Griffin

I groaned when soft, slim fingers slipped inside the waistband of my sweats. When those same fingers wrapped around my aching, hard cock, I slowly dragged my eyes open, smiling sleepily at the sweet boy teasing me awake. A blush stained his cheeks when he noticed me staring at him, and he sank his pearly white teeth into his bottom lip. My cock jerked in his fist, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Good morning, baby boy," I rumbled, leaning forward to kiss him. He moaned and arched into me, his hand flexing around my dick. When he parted that sweet mouth, opening up for me like the perfect boy he was, I slipped my tongue inside, caressing his and learning every little nook of his addictive mouth. He'd clearly slipped out of bed early this morning to brush his teeth because he tasted minty.

"Papa..." he moaned, arching into me. He pulled his hand from my sweats and dragged me over him, sighing in relief when my body weight settled over him.

I kissed him again, deepening it a little more. Settling between his slim thighs, I gripped his ass and pulled his hips up, rolling my hips over his. He gasped into my mouth, his nails digging into my bare upper back as he clung to me, whimpering into our kiss.

I slid the zipper of his footie pajamas down slowly, waiting for him to stop me, but he just watched me, his lips parted the slightest bit, his eyes full of lust. He glanced at the clock on my nightstand, which read seven A.M. When he looked back at me, he wiggled, making me grin. "Papa, we don't have much time. And I want you inside of me."

Fuck.

Growling, I slid his zipper the rest of the way down before helping him out of his pajamas, tossing them to the floor. He'd foregone underwear and was completely bare, his knees spread wide, his body on display for me. He was so fucking perfect, so damn beautiful, he took my breath away.

I shucked my sweats before leaning over him to yank open the top drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a tube of lube. He watched with hungry eyes as I squeezed some onto my fingers. "You sure you want this, baby?" I asked him. "I don't expect this from you, sweet boy." Even if I'm craving to be inside you so badly, sometimes I can't think past my need for you.

He nodded. "I'm sure, Papa. Please."

Fuck, he begged so prettily.

Laying flat on my stomach between his spread thighs, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, groaning when he moaned my name, his voice hoarse. When I swallowed his cock to the back of my throat, needy little whimpers spilled from his lips, and he arched his hips, thrusting more of himself into my mouth. I greedily took everything he gave me as I speared a finger inside of him, easing it into his tight little hole.

"Paaaapaaaa," he whined, his fingers sliding into my hair. He rocked his hips, fucking himself on my finger and into my mouth, gasps and groans and moans filling the room as he took what he wanted from me. When I slipped a second finger in with the first, he choked, his whole body shivering as he opened up for me a little more.

He was so precious. Like the rarest gem. And knowing my normally shy, sweet boy knew what he wanted in the bedroom and took it was so fucking hot. I loved seeing him so sure of himself with me. There wasn't a hint of shame or shyness as he rolled his hips and whispered my name like a prayer each time I swallowed around him.

He was leaking profusely, his precum salty on my tongue, and I couldn't get enough of it.

"Papa. Papa. Papa," he chanted, his hole tightening around my fingers. And then, he was coming. Flooding my mouth. And I swallowed every drop, not daring to waste a single bit. I pulled off of him when he shivered, his body going slack. When I began sliding my wet fist over my shaft, he gripped himself behind his knees and pulled his legs back, revealing that pretty pink hole to me.

"You're so perfect," I told him, leaning over him and pressing my tip against him. "You ready to take me, baby boy?"

He nodded. "So ready, Papa."

I eased inside of him, shuddering as his body wrapped around me, enveloping me in tight, sucking heat. I groaned, my chest heaving, sweat already beading on my body. It was going to take every ounce of restraint and control I had not to bust a night the second I got all the way inside of him. He felt too fucking good.

"Fuuuuck, baby," I rasped, looking down at him. He looked so fucking blissed out. So damn pretty. I kissed him hard and deep, easing out and rocking back into him. He let out a breathy little ughn sound that went straight to my balls. I sank my teeth into my tongue, forcing myself not to come. I wanted him to enjoy this. His cock was already flushed and leaking again, and I needed him to come around me. Needed to feel it before I fucking let loose inside of him.

I rested my forehead on his, slowly rocking my hips back and forth. He jerked and gasped every time my cock glanced over his prostate. "You want me to fill you up, baby boy?" He whined, nodding his head, his dark eyes shimmering with tears, but I knew they were the good kind. "Breed this tight little hole? Fuck you full of my cum?"

"Papa, yes. Yes. Please. I want that. I want it so bad," he begged, clinging to me, his thighs gripping my hips as he linked his ankles behind my back.

I fucked into him harder, my hair clinging to my forehead. "I need you to come for me then, baby. I need to feel you squeeze my cock. Can you come for me again? Can you be Papa's good boy, and—"

He cried out, cum shooting across his chest. I snarled and gripped the headboard, snapping my hips forward, pummeling my cock into his tight heat. He clung to me, sobbing, tears streaking down his cheeks. I kissed them away, my heart hammering against my chest bone.

"Max, baby, fuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I snarled, leaning down to kiss him as I exploded, filling him up. I shuddered, my hips falling off rhythm as I pumped him full, giving him everything I had.

"I love you," I panted, kissing his damp cheeks. "I love you so fucking much. You're mine, you hear me? Mine. Never letting you go."

He burst into tears, nodding his head, a watery smile tilting his lips. "I love you, too, Papa. So much."

Rolling to the side, I clutched him tight to my chest, letting both of us soak in this moment together before we had to get up and face the day.