Christian Jax is a self-confessed loser. He drinks, he smokes, he can’t keep a job, and he has no idea what he wants to do with his life. When he finds himself not only jobless but homeless as well, he shows up drunk and down at his oldest friend’s house, hoping to be able to crash for the night and just hide for twenty-four hours.
Jerusalem Fuller has it all together. He’s made himself a good life; he has his own company, his own house, and has a wonderful group of friends who are into the same Daddy kink that he is. In fact, he’s been learning how to be the best Daddy he can be in the hopes that the man he loves will come home to him.
When Christian shows up on his doorstep, Jerusalem takes him in, hoping that this time Christian will stay and they can have a life with each other. Jerusalem is going to have to be patient, though, and help Christian see that he has value and that he’s worthy of Jerusalem’s love. If they do the work, they just might find their happily ever after together.
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Smutty Excerpt:
Chrissy stripped off the
robe, offering him that sweet body.
He groaned, his cock
springing right to life at the sight, and reached for Chrissy, grabbing his
waist. Then he tugged Chrissy in, dropping their mouths together.
The mustache and goatee
tickled, but Chrissy’s hands were hot on his skin, and he wanted—everything. He
deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping through Chrissy’s mouth. His boy tasted
good, even better than he remembered.
Chrissy hummed for him,
one hand digging into his sweatpants and wrapping around his prick. He groaned
and pushed into Chrissy’s hand. He wanted so much more, but for now, this was
incredible—a dream.
Chrissy stroked him,
base to tip, over and over, grip sure and strong. Humming, he grabbed Chrissy’s
ass in one hand and that sweet cock in the other, just fondling for now.
“So hungry,” Chrissy
whispered, and Jerusalem knew his boy had no idea. Not yet.
“Feed me, Seymour,” he
teased.
“Yeah, yeah.” Chrissy
nuzzled into his throat. “I’ll make you feel good.”
“That’s gonna work both
ways, you know.” He wasn’t going to let Chrissy make him feel good and not
return the favor. That wasn’t who he was.
Chrissy leaned in,
petting him, stroking him good and hard. Something told him they should have
sat down before they started this, but he guessed they could collapse once they’d
come.
He matched Chrissy’s
movements, adding a rub of his thumb across the tip of Chrissy’s cock, pressing
against the little slit-lips.
Chrissy gasped, his lips
parting. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmm. You like that?” He
did it again, watching Chrissy’s face.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Jesus,
you make me nuts!” That was a pretty arch, deep and easy.
And this was nothing.
He’d learned things that would turn Chrissy inside out. For now, he kept
running his thumb back and forth across Chrissy’s slit.
Chrissy’s grip got loose
and clumsy, awkward, and he knew his boy was close. He added pressure, pinching
Chrissy’s cockhead.
“Salem…” The look of
pure astonishment was beautiful, something absolutely necessary.
“I’ve got you.” It was a
promise.
“I was trying to get
you…”
“You will.” He wanted
Chrissy to go off first, though. He wanted to watch Chrissy’s face as he came.
He let his thumb push into the slick slit, and Chrissy’s knees buckled.
He had Chrissy, though,
kept Chrissy upright and tight against him.
“Please. Fuck, that stings.
It’s so big. Fuck me.”
“This now, fucking
later.” He pinched again. He wanted Chrissy’s orgasm.
Chrissy arched, spunk
pouring from his boy.
Oh, fuck—that smell.
Between that and the expression of pleasure on Chrissy’s face, he nearly came
himself.
He kept rubbing and
stroking, watching as Chrissy’s body went through pleasure to sensitivity. He
slowed his movements, stopping and simply holding Chrissy’s cock when his boy
whimpered.
“Wh-whoa. Salem. Damn.”
He just smiled. He knew.
And he was determined to have Chrissy need it, deep in his bones.
Chrissy leaned against
him hard, fingers tightening around his cock again. He nodded, kissing the top
of Chrissy’s head. Yeah, he’d have his turn now, and then they’d sit, cuddle, and
play, maybe make out again later.
Chrissy loved on his
cock, worshipping it with a sure touch.
He let himself go, let
that touch pull him over into his orgasm. He cried out as he came, spilling
over Chrissy’s hand.
“God, you’re pretty,
Salem. So fine.”
“Yeah?” He brought their
mouths back together again, slipping his tongue into Chrissy’s mouth. God, he
couldn’t get over this man, and he knew he didn’t want to.
As he plundered
Chrissy’s mouth, he shifted them a little to the right and dropped them down onto
the couch. He groaned as Chrissy cuddled in, pressing into his side. Chrissy
fit well against him, like the man belonged right there. It wasn’t the first
time he’d thought so, and he imagined it wouldn’t be the last.
Sean
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