Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,64
my mind at the moment. It’s not what he needs right now.
I lean close and brush a kiss against the edge of his birthmark on his cheek. “You’re absolutely breathtaking,” I say, pressing a second, firmer kiss less than an inch over, right beside his nose where his skin darkens to almost a purple color.
“No,” he gasps.
“Yes.” My tone is firm and unwavering, but his eyes are still full of disbelief. I kiss the rest of his face, every inch equally before trailing my lips down along his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs under my kiss as he swallows. “You are beautiful and stunning and so sexy I can hardly keep my wits about me.”
“No.” This one is more of a whisper, his voice raw and strained.
“Yes.” I drag my fingertips along his belly, not quite as flat as it was when I first brought him home. He’s eating better now, filling out exactly the way he should. “You’re smart and kind. Your heart is just as beautiful as the rest of you.”
Sterling thrashes his head from side to side, his breath hitching like he’s trying hard not to cry. It’s okay if he cries. The tears can be a baptism that will wash away all of the ugly thoughts that were put into his head by ugly people.
I kiss my way up one arm until I reach his fingers and then kiss each one individually. “You’ve made my life better by being in it,” I tell him as I kiss just below the binding on his wrist and then move over to start on the next arm.
“Daddy, stop,” he pleads, still not using his safeword. “It’s not true. It hurts too much if I—” The words catch on a shuddering breath, and he swallows hard, squeezing his eyes closed.
“It’s okay, my sweet, beautiful, perfect boy,” I murmur, kissing the center of his chest, feeling the way his heart is hammering. “It’s okay to let yourself believe. I want you to believe me. I’m your Daddy, and I would never lie to you.”
He makes a strangled, almost wounded noise from between clenched teeth. “I can’t.”
“You can,” I insist, kissing down his belly until I reach his belly button and then dipping my tongue inside before continuing my journey with my lips down to his hip bone. “You’re the strongest, most amazing man I’ve ever met. I’m so in awe of you and so desperately in love with you.”
This time a full sob falls from his lips. I crawl back up his body to find his cheeks stained with tears, more large droplets still streaming from his eyes and rolling over his skin. Now that he’s lost his battle with holding them in, more gasping sobs rack him, shaking his body and bursting from his lips.
“It’s okay, Pretty Boy,” I assure him, kissing each tear away as it falls. “Daddy’s here, and I’ll remind you every day just how perfect you are until you believe it, until you can feel that it’s true.”
I let him cry it out, untying his hands and gathering him into my arms. Sterling curls against my body, burying his face against my chest and bathing us both with his tears. I run my hands up and down the soft, smooth skin of his back until he eventually settles, sniffling and breathing more slowly.
When he finally lifts his head to look at me, I see a new strength shining through his eyes. “You love me,” he says in a hoarse voice. It’s not a question. My heart swells, and a smile curves on my lips. Dipping my head down, I press my forehead against his.
“I do. So much.”
“I…” he swallows and licks his lips, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “I love you too Daddy. It’s so scary, but—”
I cut him off with a firm kiss against his mouth, getting addicted all over again to the way his lips yield to mine, the way they soften and part for him. I can taste the salt from his tears and his own sweet declaration of love.
“You never have to be afraid. Do you know why?” I ask.
“Because you’ll take care of me?” he guesses.
“That’s right. I will always take care of you.”
“I need you to fuck me, Daddy,” he begs hoarsely. “I need to feel you inside me so I know it’s true.”
I groan, kissing him again, blanketing his body with my own and parting his lips with my tongue. I run my fingers through