Page 30 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“Yes, Daddy.”Wiggle, wiggle.

“Alright, but just something to take the edge off.”

Behind me, Daddy pulled down his sleep pants, so I hurried and did the same and heard the distinct sound of a cap opening.

“That’s slippery,” but it felt so good as his winky slid between my thighs.

“Keep your legs as tight as you can, sweetheart. You feel so perfect. Such a good boy for his daddy.” Daddy’s lubed hand wrapped around my winky, and I shivered. “Easy now. Relax, and let Daddy do all the work.”

When had I ever heard those words? Like, um, never.

Daddy’s hips thrust forward while his hand slid down my shaft. Back and forth. Up and down. I was trapped in place and never had it felt so insanely good. He wasn’t holding me down to take what he wanted. He was taking care of both of us while I was safely secured in his embrace.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” The words came out in a mindless chant. So many feels and emotions ran through me.

“I know, baby,” he nibbled my shoulder. “I feel it too. Like I’m coming apart. You’ll put Daddy back together won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you.”

And I meant it… even if it risked my heart.

Daddy’s hand went faster, and his thrusts longer. The glide between my legs was insanely hot.

“Sweet boy, tighten your legs.”

The muscles flexed and shot straight to my…

“Yes, just like that. Daddy’s ready, baby.”

“Yes daddy, yesss.” I’d been ready since we started. “Now Daddy? Now?” I wasn’t above begging.

“Yes, sweet boy. Come for Daddy.”

Daddy throbbed between my thighs, the warmth spilled over and ran down my legs and triggered my release. Daddy peppered my shoulder with tiny kisses as we came down from that fantastic high.

“Let Daddy catch his breath, then I’ll make us breakfast.”

I was perfectly content and ready to nap. That was… yeah, too late. My heart was already involved.

“We made a mess, Daddy.” It was all over me and the bed.

“Totally worth it. Let’s take a quick shower before we eat.”

Eating was one step closer to going home and I wasn’t ready to leave.

“You’re awfully quiet, Little Bee.” Daddy was drying me off. I’d kept my thoughts to myself while we showered ‘cause I didn’t want to come across as a whiny baby. Again.

“I’m okay.”

“Little boy.” Daddy tilted my chin until I faced him. “Don’t lie to your Daddy. What’s wrong?”

Ugh, he got me on that one. “This was the best weekend of my life and I don’t want it to end.” I just left off.Usually after this, it’s over and I never see or hear from them again. My texts, calls, and emails all went unanswered. Shut out. They got what they wanted, couldn’t handle the rest of what it included, and they shut me out. Like I didn’t even matter.

“Sweetheart. God help any of those men if I ever meet them.” Daddy knelt in front of me. “This isn’t a one-time weekend. We are dating, not hooking up. We are building what I hope is a lifelong relationship, Trevor.”

Daddy was getting frustrated with me. My self-esteem was crap, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

“Trevor, from the first time I saw you at the club, I was hooked. Every day a new piece of my heart belongs to you. Do you know how much I have left? How much I still control?”

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