"Daddy, I've been a good boy, I promise. I talked to Christian for you." Brandon begged in almost a whine. He was accustomed to getting his way. Brandon ALWAYS got his way, either through looks, money, or someone like Christian forcing it for him. This was both confusing and arousing.<br/><br/>"Daddy, I want you to love me. Make me feel like your boy." Brandon pleaded. "Please daddy, don't make me wait." Brandon pushed back against Derrick with more force, wanting to wedge the jeans covered cock into his underwear covered crack.