Page 19 of Trained By His Little

“Damn, sweetheart. Your little hole is so hungry for me. You take my fingers so well… Do you need Daddy to fill you up?”

I rocked my hips, grinding down on his thick fingers. I felt so deliciously full, but it wasn't enough. I needed to feel his cock inside me as he pumped me full of even more milk. “P-please, Daddy. N-need you.”

His fingers slipped out of me and I hated how empty it made me feel as I watched with hungry eyes while he lubed up his cock.

When he was ready, he bumped my opening with his slick head. “You’re so sexy, baby. My perfect boy. So hungry and needy for Daddy.”

A guttural moan was ripped from me as he slid his thick cock inside me, bottoming out in one thrust. “Yesss…”

“Oh, sweetheart. I wanted to take things slowly, but you just sucked me right in. You’re so damn perfect, baby boy.”

“P-please, I need— I want… Ahh, Daddy.” Pleasure wracked my body, leaving me unable to form words that made any sense.

But Daddy always knew what I needed. “Shh, precious boy. It's okay. I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.” He pulled back until just the head was in me, and then he slammed into me with such need it left me breathless. He brought his mouth to mine, devouring me as his cock filled me, perfectly hitting my prostate with each wild buck of his hips.

I loved how sweet and caring he was when I needed that. But this version of Daddy was driving me crazy in the best way. He fucked into me like I was everything he could ever want, but at the same time, he could never get enough.

I loved it. “Daddy, I-I’m gonna come. You fill me up so good.”

He let out a deep moan as his hand reached between us, wrapping around my leaking cock and giving it a few quick tugs. “Do it, Oliver. Come for Daddy. Be my good boy and come.”

“Ahh, Daddy.” I threw my head back, moaning as he ripped an orgasm out of me. My cock pulsed in his hand as thick ropes of cream painted my chest and stomach.

“Shit. You’re milking my cock so good, baby. I’m gonna fill you up even more. You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

Daddy buried his face in my neck, thrusting deep inside me with his moans vibrating my skin. He unloaded his other Daddy milk deep inside me, always giving me everything I wanted.

Eventually, he slowly pulled out of me, lying down on the bed and holding me against his chest. He didn’t seem to care about the sticky mess that now covered our skin.

As I caught my breath, I latched onto the side of his chest that I’d neglected earlier, letting the rhythm of my sucking bring me down from the high of our pleasure.

Daddy let out a contented sigh, threading his fingers through my hair as I suckled. “You are absolutely perfect, baby boy. My good boy.”

I melted against him, feeling more loved and cherished than I ever had before. I was Daddy’s perfect boy. I hoped we could stay like that forever.

11

TAD

Over the next week, Ollie barely left my side unless I was at work.

Every night, he slept beside me in a diaper so he could drink freely, and every morning, we made love before he drained me out again and I headed off to work.

It was perfect. We had both found what we were looking for, and what started out as a temporary arrangement was feeling more and more like destiny as each day passed. We had no reason to be apart.

At least until Collin invited me to speak at one of the workshops in Vegas during the upcoming conference.

My situation of coming into my milk so late in life was unusual, and he wanted me to speak to others who were in a similar situation. Without even thinking, I agreed to go, mostly because I was so damn grateful that I found The Lactin Brotherhood and that they were able to connect me to Ollie.

Besides, a weekend in Vegas with my boy sounded like a fun first trip for us.

What I didn’t know at the time was that Ollie had a debilitating fear of flying. When he was a kid, he was involved in an emergency landing that ultimately didn’t result in serious injuries, but scared him and his mom so badly that they promised each other they would never get on an airplane again.

We considered driving, but with several storms in the forecast, there was really no way that was a safer option. Which meant I had to go without him.

I hated leaving him alone. We had only been together for a few weeks, but I already felt like I was letting him down by not being there to take care of him if he needed me.

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