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“Says who?” Not that I didn’t want to be, but personally I found it quite enjoyable when he was.

“Me, Daddy. I want sexy time with both of us naked.”

“Your wish is my command, sir.” In came that giggle I adored. Trevor’s hungry gaze wandered my body as each piece of clothing fell to the floor. The hunger in his gaze fueled my desire. No matter how many times Trevor and I made love I could never get enough of him.

I nibbled his toes and the inside of his soles and worked my way up. My sweet bee wiggled and hissed and slowly stroked his cock. The prize that lay between his thighs, the hole I’d long ago claimed as mine was well within my sight. Trevor loved when my tongue worked its magic, easing the nerves and relaxing enough for me to slide inside. I loved tasting my boy, watching and listening to him come undone.

“Sweet Bee, those precious sounds. Let Daddy hear them all. Don’t hold back.” I smacked his hand away. “This belongs to Daddy.”

In a single motion, I drew his cock in to the back of my throat and he arched off the bed. He was already on edge, and I wantedto be buried deep inside him when he came. “Now, leave that alone while Daddy gets a taste.”

“Yesss.”

My tongue slid around his crown and down the shaft, laving each ball in turn. Along his perineum, which tickled him. Giggly moans fast became one of my favorite sounds. Trevor was the first partner I’d ever had that happen with.

With the prize in sight, but bearing in mind how close to the edge my boy was, I didn’t dawdle long. Trevor’s excitement only served to feed mine and I too felt the familiar sensations building at the base of my spine.

I loved how the ring of muscle trembled and contracted with every swipe, opening just enough for my tongue to slip inside. But tonight, I needed more.

“Daddy,” he whimpered as I withdrew and reached for the lube.

“Ssshhh, Sweet Bee. Daddy’s got you.” Quickly I lubed my fingers and cock, prepared to thrust inside his tight channel as soon as I’d worked him open.

Three fingers in, my boy shamelessly writhed beneath me as he rode them. “Please, Daddy, please.”

Such sweet pleases that only I could soothe. Inch by inch, I slowly slipped inside, carefully gauging my beautiful boy’s body’s acceptance of the discomfort. If the slightest bit of pain crossed his adorable face, I’d stop. His comfort and happiness were always at the forefront of my mind and there was no deviation of that.

“Trevor,” I stared down at him, utterly amazed at the beautiful gift fate had brought my way. “I love you more than words can say.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

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“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” The familiar chant came from me in a needy voice. “Please.”

It ached to wait. The pressure was nearly unbearable and only Daddy could make it all better when he let me come. But I loved the control, handing it all over to him was perfect. Like I was finally living my dream.

“I love to watch you come undone and know I’m the only one who can put you back together.”

“Me too, Daddy.”

Quicker, shorter thrusts as Daddy pounded away. It wouldn’t be long now for him either. I loved how I learned Daddy’s ways and how his body reacted when we made love. He never came before I did, always putting me first. His face was so full of love as he watched me, and I him.

“Come, Little Bee. Come for Daddy.”

My body reacted to his soft command. I latched onto his nipple and as soon as I sucked, I felt Daddy throb inside me, filling me with his come and claiming what was his.

Me.

Heart, mind, body, and soul.

There would never be another man for me.

Daddy gently rolled us over and let me continue to nurse until I drifted off to sleep.

“Daddy, you promised a picnic in our new yard today?”

Another weekend came and went and as much as I loved my mother it broke my heart to leave Daddy on Sunday night. Somehow I managed to sleep better with him; my brain was not as busy and more settled.

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