Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

“Rub
    faster.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
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    Kael’s breath caught in his throat as the friction on his cock increased. There was
    something about Angel’s small hand that aroused him like nothing else and Angel’s
    deft fingers seeking out the space between his balls to rub and pinch the skin before
    sliding up his cock again.
    “I love your accent. It’s so different from mine. I love it when you sing out loud
    when you’ve got your iPod on and all I can hear is you.”
    Angel’s sweet giggle rose up. “Have I got a good voice?”
    “I’ve heard worse, but I don’t think you should audition for Pop Idol anytime
    soon.”
    The giggle developed into full-blown laughter, but still Angel did not stop his
    ministrations. Kael’s cock was rigid and swollen, and he began to pant. Angel fell silent
    now, massaging more deeply. The pleasure and pressure in Kael’s cock was so intense
    he could have come at any time, but he held back, wanting to stretch out the moment.
    When he could hold back no longer, his body stiffened and his back rose up off the bed.
    A flood of pleasure rushed through his groin, running down his legs like warm water.
    As the deluge passed, he flopped down flat on the bed again, panting hard.
    “You give the best hand jobs of any slave who ever serviced me.”
    Angel wiped the cum on his blanket and then pressed it to his face, inhaling
    deeply. “I love it when you call me your slave, Daddy. That’s what I want to be, and
    I’ve been worrying about how you’ll manage when I’m not here every day to clean the
    apartment and take care of your needs.” Then he added in a quiet voice, “But I guess
    you managed before.”
    “I did, but it wasn’t like it is now.” He paused before admitting, “I was lonely.”
    Rolling onto his side, he pressed Angel into his belly, wrapping both arms tightly
    around him. “I love you, Angel. I love you. I love you.”
    Now he knew why he had got so pissed with the bloke at the gym. Angel looked
    so young and vulnerable, and even though Kael was a tall, strong boy when Shawn had
    made his move on him at fourteen, he could not help but wonder about the kid who
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    had reported Shawn to the police. Angel was nineteen, but he was still so innocent
    despite the life he had led. All Kael’s protective instincts had surged at the gym. He had
    seen the other man as Shawn trying to seduce his boy.
    The idea of taking Angel on the security detail at Dorneywood was an idea he had
    dismissed without thinking about it. He didn’t want to give the boy any more ideas
    about joining SIS until his education was complete. But the job was not really
    dangerous—in fact much less so than Paris last year.
    “Starting tomorrow, I’ve got a three-day job.”
    “Daddy.” The one-word protest sounded very whiny, which usually annoyed
    Kael, but today he felt magnanimous. He kissed Angel’s forehead.
    “It’s a fairly safe security job. You could learn a lot just being there and watching.
    Do you want to come?”
    “Holy covert mission!” The excitement in his voice made Kael smile. “Daddy, are
    you serious?”
    “You stick to me like glue and do everything you’re told. Watch and learn. All
    operatives have to have their first field experience at some point, and this one is ideal
    for learning. You go with the idea that you know nothing and need to learn
    everything.”
    “But I’ve been getting specialized training from you. I’ve got a drill sergeant
    daddy in my life.” Angel giggled a bit when he said drill sergeant , and Kael knew he was
    mostly joking, but still it brought him up short.
    “Drill sergeant, huh?” he repeated.
    “Daddy. Thank you, that’s so exciting. But you don’t mind if I miss a day of
    school?”
    “No, it’s fine. Go to sleep.”
    “I’m too excited to sleep now,” Angel said.
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    Kael gently nudged Angel onto his back, pushing the boy’s thighs apart. Pressing
    the palm of his hand over Angel’s cock and balls, he began to rub. “This will help you
    sleep.”
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    Chapter Nine
    “What are you wearing?” Kael stood in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water,
    dressed for the Dorneywood assignment in his usual smart black clothes. Horrified, he
    looked his boy up and down.
    From the doorway, Angel said, “Skinny jeans, my white T-shirt with Amy Lee on
    the front.