Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

cock pressed into his lower belly. With
    both hands, he rubbed and squeezed Angel’s firm, round buttocks.
    “Angel, you heard the Met commissioner mistake me for Romodanovsky’s son,
    didn’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir, Daddy. I was right there. Everyone heard. That dude’s face went so red
    when he saw what he’d done.”
    “Do I look like him?” It came out as a whisper.
    “Mr. Romodanovsky? Yeah, you do. He’s not as muscular as you, and he’s a lot
    older, but he’s tall and you have the same jawline and the same blue eyes.” He paused.
    “Daddy, he couldn’t be your father. Is that what you think?”
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    “I don’t want to think it. He’s not a good man.”
    “Even if he was your father, it doesn’t mean you’d be like him. But he’s not. How
    would Sharon have even met a man like him? Daddy, I love her and I wish she was my
    mom… Well, no, I don’t ’cuz then we’d be brothers and that would be weird, but…” He
    hesitated, and Kael knew he was picking his words carefully.
    “She lives a small, unimportant life,” Kael finished for him.
    “She’s important to us, Daddy,” Angel said.
    Kael loved the way Angel and his mum had taken to each other. Ashamed though
    he was to admit it, when their natural affection and closeness developed so quickly, he
    had felt a twinge of jealousy because he wanted to be first in importance to them both.
    But that stupid emotion hadn’t lasted long, and when he saw them together now, he
    just felt grateful to his mum for loving Angel, who needed all the love he could get, and
    to Angel for seeing his mum’s simple ways as endearing.
    “Yes, she’s everything to us. And you’re right. It’s a stupid thought.”
    “When I was really little, my mom dated a guy who looked like Johnny Depp, but
    he wasn’t related to him.”
    A deep chuckle erupted from Kael’s chest, making Angel bounce up and down
    where he lay on top of him. “What would you like Daddy to do to you, sweetheart?”
    “Mmmm,” Angel moaned. “What’s my favorite thing in the world, Daddy?”
    Raising his hand, Kael landed a loud, heavy slap on Angel’s arse.
    Angel cried out, and his cock, which had softened as they chatted, grew instantly
    hard again. “Yes, Sir, that’s it,” he said on a long breath.
    “Right, come on then. Let me sit up.”
    Angel rolled off, and Kael sat up on the side of the bed. “Over my knees, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.” First standing beside Kael’s lap, Angel dropped forward, his hands at
    his tailbone, and let Kael catch and steady him. For a moment, Kael sat looking down at
    his boy, utterly at ease, no tension in his muscles, melting over Kael’s lap.
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    Kael raised his hand and landed a hard, heavy slap. Not holding back, he quickly
    raised the tempo, watching Angel’s buttocks redden under his hand. Knowing his boy
    as he did, he watched for Angel’s dangling legs to start straightening out and
    stretching, the muscles in his buttocks tightening as his orgasm neared. Harder and
    harder he spanked. He was tired, but he had a momentum going that would sustain
    him as long as Angel needed.
    When long, openmouthed moans began to erupt from his boy he knew Angel was
    getting close. Angel’s slender legs began to stretch out, his toes pointing. The boy never
    moved his hands, clasped together, bent at the elbows above his waist. At last Angel’s
    back arched, his body bent like a bow. Kael maintained his steady pace marveling at the
    beauty and strength of his lovely boy, whose arse was now scarlet and inflamed. A long
    cry tore from Angel’s throat, and his body folded over Kael’s lap as if he were melting.
    Immediately Kael slowed the spanking and stopped, panting with exertion.
    Angel slid down to the polished wood floor and wrapped his arms around Kael’s
    ankles, kissing his feet. Smiling, Kael watched him and then took a tissue to wipe
    Angel’s cum off his leg, where it dripped hotly. “Come on, sweet boy, into bed with
    you.”
    With Angel snuggled in his arms, Kael hit the button on the console and blackness
    descended. “I’m so tired, Daddy,” Angel said against his chest, lips nuzzling, searching
    for Kael’s nipple. Kael didn’t question it anymore. His boy took comfort from sucking
    his tits before going to sleep, and Kael was happy to let him.
    “Good night, Daddy’s boy,” he whispered.
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