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I moaned as Rico pushed his thick cock between my lips. My eyelids fluttered closed, and then, Rico was gently fucking my mouth, his hand holding my head in place as much as he was cradling it, loving me all while he treated me like his little whore.

I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Touch yourself,” Rico ordered. “Let Papi see you fall apart as I use your pretty mouth.” I instantly did as he instructed, moaning long and low when my fingers finally wrapped around my length. I shivered, tears leaking down my cheeks. Rico picked up his phone and went back to his phone call. I kept my eyes locked on his, loving the way he watched me stroke myself and suck his cock all while he pretended that I wasn’t worshipping his thick length.

I fell into that heady space only Rico had ever been capable of sending me to. With my eyes locked on his, the world ceased toexist as I fucked into my fist. My jaw hurt as Rico used me, his thrusts becoming a little more forceful. His cock was thickening in my mouth, a sure sign he was drawing nearer to his climax. And I was so close to following him over the edge. I wasright there. I just needed him to come first.

Drool slicked up my chin. My tears were hot as they rolled down my cheeks. And then, I was coming, a broken sob tearing from my chest as I spilled into my fist and made a mess on my lap. Rico clenched his jaw, holding my head in place as he spilled down my throat. I whimpered as I swallowed every drop.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I slumped to the side, leaning heavily against his desk, my eyelids drooping closed. I was cum drunk and sleepy, and I wanted my Papi to cuddle me close.

When I opened my eyes again, Rico was kneeling in front of me and cupping my damp cheek. “Figure it the fuck out and get back to me,” Rico growled before ending his call. I blinked at him, trying to catch up with what was happening. “Are you okay,perrito?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, scooting closer to him. “You didn’t have to end your phone call so fast.”

He chuckled. “Perrito, you were so out of it while my cock was in your sweet mouth that you didn’t even realize we were working on a solution.” He leaned forward and softly kissed me. I sighed, sinking into him. “You did so fucking well.”

A dopey smile tilted my lips. “Good,” I whispered, my eyes closing again. “Can we take a nap, Papi?”

Instead of verbally answering me, he fixed my messy jeans before picking me up and carrying me out of his office, heading for the stairs.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Rico

“Papi?”

Immediately, I lifted my head from where I’d been staring at my laptop screen, giving my little puppy my undivided attention. “Yes,perrito?” I asked, leaning back in my desk chair as I ran my eyes over him.

He’d still been asleep when I’d woken up this morning, and when we’d had breakfast together after he’d finally emerged in the dining room, he’d still been in his pajamas. I’d left him on the couch with his phone and the TV remote while I came to work. Since then, he’d obviously showered, his hair hanging damply over his forehead, and was now wearing a pair of light-wash skinny jeans and one of my hoodies, his feet shoved into his house slippers.

God, I loved it when he wore my clothes. It made me want to fucking devour him.

He stepped closer, so I rolled my chair back from my desk, an open invitation for him to come closer. He took it, just like I knew he would, and squeezed between me and my desk until he was standing between my spread knees. Leaning forward, I gripped his hips and tugged him a little closer.

“I… um…” He frowned, suddenly looking unsure of himself.

Reaching up, I gripped his chin and angled his face down so he was looking at me. Arching I brow, I asked, “You what,perrito?” I didn’t like it when he was nervous with me. He never had any reason to be.

He swallowed thickly, and that pretty tongue of his came out to lick over his lips. My cock swelled to half-mast in my slacks, but I ignored it. He wasn’t here for sex or to get me off. He clearly had something on his mind but was too… nervous to voice it.

“Ace wants to come over,” he blurted.

“Okay,” I said simply, not sure why he was nervous about asking my permission for that. IwantedAnurak to have friends. Friends were a vital part of his recovery. “He can come over.”

Anurak frowned at me, his brows furrowing. “Really?”

I chuckled and stood, backing him up against my desk. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he leaned his head back to look up at me. I palmed his narrow hips, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Yes,perrito. Really. You need friends. You need to be sociable outside of me and Bento.” His cheeks warmed a little. Leaning down, I planted a soft, tender kiss on his sweet mouth. “Ace will be a good friend for you. He’s protective, loyal, and he’s… smitten with you.”

“Smitten?” Anurak’s brows furrowed. “I don’t like him like that though.”

Yet, I silently thought because it was coming. One hundred percent, it was going to happen. And I wouldn’t stop it. I wanted Anurak to have everything, and the way those two had looked at each other when they met… yeah, growing feelings for each other was definitely inevitable.

I laughed softly and shook my head. “Not like that,” I assured him. “I mean he’s smitten with you as in he thinks you’re adorable and sweet and just wants to be in your company. You might find he can be overbearing, but he’ll be good for you.”

I wanted all the good things for my boy.

Anurak beamed at me then and leaned up, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips that made my heart flutter in my chest. When he pulled his lips from mine, I took a step back, letting him slip past me. He yanked his phone from his back pocket and began to rapidly type on it, almost running into the door frame of my office as he went. I sighed, dropping back into my desk chair.