"... Daddy..."

"Like having your dick deep inside me that I won't be able to think of anything else..." Asher arched his chest off the couch, going on all fours. He looked back to see Beau staring at his ass with hunger. "Are you going to stand there all day?"

Beau snapped out of the trance he was wrapped in. He grabbed Asher's left ass cheek and moulded it. "You have a soft ass..." Asher moved back in a bid to be as close to Beau as possible. "I can't wait to be inside you." Beau grabbed the band of Asher's trousers and peeled it off, leaving the flimsy material just below Asher's thighs.

The night promised a feeling of chill. Asher could feel it on his exposed skin.

The chill disappeared with each caress from Beau's fingers. Everywhere the ambassador's touch went, warmth followed.

In a blur, Asher felt his shirt being pulled over his head and a shuffle behind him that signified the removal of Beau's clothes.