Page 24 of My Young Alpha Daddy

I knew that Rafa took being a Daddy seriously, but coming out with a pre-prepared bottle of milk is something else.

I’ve never had milky time in public before, but being with Rafa is giving me the confidence to say hell yeah and just go for it.

With the sun high in the sky and my body telling me it’s close to nap time, I cozy up to Rafa’s hard, strong body and nestle in between his arm and his torso.

I open my mouth and wait for Rafa to ease the teat of the milk bottle in my mouth. The second its inside, I clamp down and begin to suckle the milk.

‘You like that baby boy?’ Rafa says, smiling as he watches me suck the milk down. ‘Not too fast!’

I nod and slow down my glugging of the milk.

After all, the last thing I want is to drink too fast and throw up in the park.

Soon enough I’m in a steady rhythm and feeling the milk gently go down my throat and into my tummy.

‘I think it might be time for you to close those eyes,’ Rafa says. ‘Here, let me help you along the way.’

The second Rafa starts singing an old Spanish nursery rhyme to me, I feel my eye lids getting heavier and heavier.

I think I might just be in heaven.

Rafa seems to know exactly what I need, and when I need it.

I think he might be the one.

With every moment that passes, I think Rafa might be my Forever Daddy…

Chapter 8

Rafa

I’ve never seen a boy drink so much milk so quickly – it was a good job I brought a spare milk bottle along with me!

But after managing to suckle down two bottles in between a short nap, I knew that something had to give.

When Aaron opened his eyes after his second nap and saidI need wee-wee, I knew he wasn’t kidding.

Luckily, Aaron was wearing one of his smaller diapers, the kind that you can get that don’t look so obvious underneath pants when you’re out in public. But that being said, I knew after two full bottles of milk I would need to change the boy’s butt sooner rather than later.

My penthouse was a few blocks away, but Aaron said we were pretty close to his place, walking distance in fact. A short walk later, and now here we are…

‘This place is nice,’ I say, casting my eyes around the apartment. ‘Cute. Smart. Good taste. It’s very you.’

‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Aaron replies, his pants and t-shirt off and his diaper looking seriously full.

I like the fact that Aaron has got a smart apartment. It says a lot about him that he’s got his life running just how he wants it.

So many of the younger boys I’ve met have the craziest, most messy and totally unorganized apartments I’ve ever seen. But Aaron being older means he’s got his life under control and knows how to live responsibly.

I never judged the younger Littles for living how they did. I’m all for free choice and doing what you want as long as you don’t hurt anyone.

But at the same time, I always knew that the kind of boy I needed would be someone older, wiser, and more… well moreAaron!

‘Daddy… I don’t think I can wait too much longer,’ Aaron says, hopping from foot to foot, the diaper sagging at the back. ‘Wee-wee made my diapeee all heavy!’

I chuckle.

The boy is just about the cutest I’ve ever laid my eyes on – and I’ve laid my eyes on plenty of boys over the years.

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