Page 11 of My Young Alpha Daddy

‘Let’s try and keep the conversation clean too,’ Miss Penny says. ‘Talking about big Daddy dicks is something for the rumpus room, not here. Okay?’

‘Yes Miss Penny,’ we all reply, sucking down our milk as fast as we can.

In fact, we’re all so into our milk that we’re not even talking at this point. There’s something so good about the wholesome, soothing effect of sucking down a full bottle of milk.

But as good as it tastes, I know that it could be even better if I was lying in Rafa’s strong, muscular lap as I sucked and slurped the creamy white stuff down.

With all three milk bottles resting next to us as we lie on the floor and look up to the beautifully stenciled ceiling above us, I think I know what Toby is about to ask…

‘How far will you go on a first da-’

‘I’ll answer, but first I think I need changing!’ I giggle, the sensation of my diaper rapidly filling with warm pee-pee proving impossible to ignore.

‘No fair, I want to know!’ Toby says, kicking his feet on the soft floor.

‘I promise I’ll say, but I really do need a change,’ I say, squirming and giggling to get Miss Penny’s attention. ‘My wet bottom needchangey!’

‘Okay darling baby, Miss Penny’s here,’ Miss Penny says, her warm smile making me feel all safe and secure as she leads me over to the changing mat. ‘And while I’m changing you, you can tell me all about this Rafa. He sounds like quite the catch!’

‘Yes Miss Penny,’ I say, lying on the changing mat and feeling totally relaxed as Miss Penny pops open my romper and unhooks my diaper. ‘Oooh, cool air!’

Miss Penny smiles.

‘I think you three little ones are ready for nap time,’ Miss Penny says, expertly cleaning my private parts and applying a generous amount of powder to freshen me up. ‘Daddy talk and a bottle of milk will do that. You can tell me about your young Daddy when it’s wakey-wakey time.’

I can’t wait to doze off and have a good nap.

Nothing feels better than a fresh diaper, a tummy full of milk, and a nursery rhyme playing in the background.

But if I can dream about Rafa too, it might just make it the best naptime ever…

Chapter 4

Rafa

Tough Bar is my kind of place. I’ll never tire of the no-BS atmosphere, sticky floors, and assortment of tough sonsofbitches it calls its regular clientele.

I might be a millionaire former tennis pro, but I came up through the streets.

Before I was serving aces in front of thousands of spectators, I was hustling on the streets just to make a few bucks to eat.

I didn’t have an upper-class family to pay my way through all the fancy tennis schools, so it was a case of having to fight for everything I got.

And trust me when I say that I got good at fighting.

Anyway, that’s a story for another time.

Call it a throwback to my past life, but Tough Bar ticks each and every box for what I like when it’s a Daddy only vibe.

‘Yo, Kyle, how about we rack up and shoot some pool?’ I say, the crisp taste of lager hitting my taste buds in all the ways I like.

‘I guess you want to lose some money tonight?’ Kyle says, a cocky tone in his voice as he hops down from his barstool and strides over to the pool table.

‘Hundred bucks a game?’ I say, testing out how confident my buddy is tonight. ‘Or shall we say two hundred?’

‘How about we make it a thousand?’

‘You got,’ I laugh. ‘It’s your funeral, brother. I guess the network is paying you too much money these days. So much that you’re happy to drop ten thousand in a night.’

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