Page 49 of A Daddy for Maddy

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Maddy

The next night, finally, we determined I was ready for some real play. We’d both been sporting erections on and off all day long. After the Sharky incident, I was so pent up I could barely think. All the blood had rushed from my brain to elsewhere.

I assured Colin I was feeling fine.

I saw his self-control crumbling. I’d seen it bit by bit all day, but now it all seemed to drop away leaving him all pliant and practically panting before me.

“I want to play with you, Maddy. I want to play with you all night long if you’ll let me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I love hearing you say that,” he replied. “Every time you call me Daddy it sends a bolt of lightning through my body.”

“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.”

“Evil little gremlin,” he said.

We were downstairs, watching TV.

Now Colin brought me upstairs, carrying me, my legs wrapped around his waist. We crossed the playroom, which emitted a mental siren call that got louder and louder each time I passed through it. There were so many wonderful things in there I had yet to explore.

Colin crawled onto the big bed on his knees with me still wrapped around him. I let my hands and legs slip away from his body. Kornie, who had been squished between us, dropped to the side, forgotten.

Colin tilted his head and kissed me. Even lying down, I still had a feeling of falling. His kisses were that hot.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m more than ready, Daddy.”

He opened his mouth to suck on my lower lip. I let my lips part and the connection deepened. My cock grew harder than I thought it could get. It ached from balls to tip.

In my sexiest fantasies, I still couldn’t imagine it would be this good with a real daddy. I’d been with other boys before, but only fooling around. I’d lost my virginity at eighteen. But I’d never had a real boyfriend. I never had someone hold me the way Colin did. Or want to date me. My friends didn’t even use the word date. They talked of hookups and friends with benefits. Plus, none of them knew about my baby side. My little.

That wasn’t how I wanted my life to go.

Colin gently lowered his weight onto me. I loved the sensation of not being able to move, of being held down and waiting for Daddy to make all the decisions.

He explored my mouth quite thoroughly, warm and deep, then began to kiss me on the chin and the jaw, moving down to my throat. All I could do was grasp tightly at his shirt.

“Does that hurt when I kiss you there?” he asked.

I had not even considered it. I loved his lips on my skin. Everywhere. “No, Daddy. I promise.”

When my t-shirt got in Colin’s way, he grumbled. “Off.”

I raised my arms and Colin leaned up so I could lift myself enough for him to slide it over my head. For a moment, I was nervous again like last night at the tub. I wasn’t buff like Colin. I had no chest hair, nothing to really brag about. But the nervousness vanished when I realized that if Colin liked boys and littles, he might prefer exactly what I had on offer.

He’d had no complaints last night at bath time.

Colin tossed my t-shirt aside and put his palms on my chest, stroking as if to soothe away any secret fears I still might be hanging onto. His hands were big, his fingers long and beautiful. I wanted him to touch me all over.

His hands went to my waist, and he straightened up to begin work on my waistband. My mouth hung open like a fool. My eyes kept rolling up. He got my button undone and my zipper down, then started tugging. I lifted my hips.

“That a boy.”

My pants came down, underwear and all. Colin shifted over to the side to drag them all the way off along with my underwear, shoes and socks. Now I was completely and utterly bare before him for the second time, revealed for him.

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