Page 12 of Trained By His Little

I ground my shoulder onto his cloth-covered bulge as I latched on and began to suckle.

Daddy’s hand tightened in my hair as he groaned. “Is my sweet boy feeling naughty tonight?”

I suckled faster, bringing my hand up to tweak his other nipple, pinching the hardening bud. I hummed happily when Daddy sucked in a sharp breath.

“Mmm, yes. I think my boy is feeling very naughty.”

I slowly looked up into Daddy's eyes, nervous I was crossing a line, but all I found was heat and desire. I popped off, ready to switch to the other side, and when Daddy grabbed my chin, the want in his eyes made me gulp. “Is that okay, Daddy? If I'm feeling naughty.”

He pulled me farther up in his lap, cupping both sides of my face. “That's definitely okay, baby boy. Daddy wants to kiss your wet lips. May I?”

“Yes, please.”

We both groaned when his hot lips descended on mine. The kiss was soft and sweet, our lips fitting together perfectly.

His tongue quickly swiped against my lips, licking some of the milk off and making me whimper. “You taste so sweet, baby.”

I giggled, moving back down to his chest and licking more milk off him. “I think that’s you, Daddy. Your milk is very sweet and yummy.”

His lip quirked into a smile. “Nothing’s as sweet as you, little one. Now, be a good boy and finish your milk. You make Daddy feel so good.”

I quickly latched on, loving the way his warm milk felt as it slid over my tongue. I didn't think I’d ever get tired of tasting him—his milk or his lips.

Maybe Daddy would let me taste his other milk soon… My hips bucked at the thought, my hand quickly palming over my cock and giving me the friction I needed.

My hips stilled when Daddy grabbed my wrist. “Can I help you, sweetheart? You’re doing such a good job. Let me take care of this so all you have to do is drink. Is that okay, baby?”

I carefully nodded, not wanting to stop suckling as my hand was replaced with Daddy's big, strong one. My hips jerked as he palmed my dick, making my whole body feel like it was floating.

“That’s it… Fuck, baby. You’re so gorgeous for Daddy.”

His hand felt so good pressed against my cock while his warm milk flowed across my tongue in steady spurts. The combination was euphoric, making me feel things I didn't even know were possible.

I whimpered, my hips bucking frantically as the pleasure lit up my spine.

“Is your cock aching to spurt its hot milk while you drink Daddy’s milk, like the sweet, greedy boy you are?” His hot, filthy words made my brain stop working.

I couldn't do anything but suck and take everything Daddy gave me. I suckled faster as he increased the pressure on my dick.

“You're not the only one who’s greedy, baby. I want to suck your sweet cock and have my turn milking you.”

Gasping, I broke the latch and my body shuddered as an orgasm crashed through me.

His hand was still rocking against my bulge, drawing my pleasure higher and higher.

“Ahh, D-daddy… It’s so good.” My words slurred from the pleasure, making it hard to form thoughts.

“You’re beautiful when you come for me, sweetheart. Let's get you all cleaned up and cozy.”

I felt so heavy yet small as Tad picked me up to carry me to my room. “But what about you, Daddy?”

“Don't worry about me, sweet boy. We’ll have plenty of time for more this weekend.”

That little reminder made me smile even wider. I was spending the weekend with my Daddy.

He was the best ever.

Tad tucked me and read me a story, not that I remembered much of it. I wanted to listen, but he took such good care of me and made me feel so good. His calm, soothing voice pulled me under as soon as he started reading.

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