Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I smiled, her words settling into my chest. “Thank you, and yes, I love him very much.” He was my world. My boy. Owning him, dominating him, belonging to him just as completely as he belonged to me, was more than I could have ever hoped for in life, and I would always be thankful that he chose me.
She nodded, then went back to her husband.
We ate together, and then David left, followed by Jordan and Ian, then Jenn, Jeff, and the girls. They were here for a few more days but were staying at a hotel close by.
The second they were gone, Finley fell to his knees. “God, I missed kneeling for you. It was only a few hours, but it’s torture knowing I can’t, you know?”
I went into the living room, and he crawled behind me. “I know,” I finally replied. “Come.”
He climbed onto the couch.
“I think I need my little cock warmer.”
“Yes, Sir!” A happy smile split Finley’s lips, and his eyes sparked. I was still in awe of how eager he was to please me and how beautifully he did it.
He opened my jeans, lay with his head in my lap, and nursed my dick, while I turned on the new show we had started. He drooled down me and kept nuzzling my balls and inhaling my scent as we watched, and I stroked his hair.
We finished a couple of episodes, and then I ordered him to get me off, which he did, swallowing my load hungrily. He begged me to let him come, but I didn’t allow it. I loved torturing him too much.
I patted my lap, and he straddled it and looked at me. “You please me more than you’ll ever know,” I told him.
“That’s not true, Sir. I do know. I feel it.”
He had given me so much—his service, his body, his love, a family. In so many ways, the beginning of our journey had been about Finley finding himself, about being able to stand on his own and knowing he had options, but somehow along the way, I’d found myself too. I’d stumbled upon my own happiness, in the finding of Finley. And I was proud of who I was—the man who knew how to love and gave it freely to his precious boy. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replied. “Always.”
And this time, I didn’t tell him he was too young or that always was a long time. I knew now that we were both where we belonged and forever would be.