Page 54 of Kiren

It had been a long time for me, but I had loved it in college if the guy knew what he was doing.

Max never pressured me and always made me come so hard that I was completely satisfied. I couldn’t find the right moment to tell him I wanted to try more with him. For sure, it was going to be dynamite when we finally did it. My daddy knew what he was doing.

Tonight, I lay on the couch with pillows under my head and my bare legs across my daddy’s lap. I was tired from the day. Work was its own routine but interrupted my and Max’s new routine. I couldn’t help but resent it despite being grateful for the job.

We had eaten takeout and were relaxing in front of the TV. Max rubbed his hands up and down my legs, making sure he didn’t ignore my sensitive inner thighs. My cock throbbed. I tried to watch the movie, but Max’s hands made me super horny. He had to notice, but he didn’t touch me on my onesie snaps and diaper.

I stretched my feet in my pink slippers and wiggled them. I spread my knees, turned my face away from the TV and stared up at the ceiling. I wanted to feel every stroke, every one of his fingers playing their magic on my skin. Soft swirls. Gentle lines going up and down and side to side. My skin got goose bumps but not from being cold. The little hairs on my thighs stood up.

It was driving me wild.

I sighed deeply.

Max never flinched.

I sighed again, louder.

“Are you wanting something, baby?” Max asked.

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Hmph.”

He turned his head, a half-smile lurking. “You mean like this?” He placed his palm on my crotch.

My hips pushed up.

“That’s a nice answer,” he said.

“But more, Daddy.”

“Naked touches?” he asked.

“Yes. And more.”

“More?”

“Places you haven’t touched.”

The muscles around Max’s eyes clenched. Now I had his attention.

“Hmm. You’ll need to show me.” His smile formed fully. “In detail,” he added.

“I can show you, Daddy.”

“Should we go upstairs?”

“Yes, sir.” Always, the “sir” let him know I meant business.

Max turned off the TV and carried me upstairs. He placed me on the bed and knelt between my legs, looking down at me.

“Take it off, Daddy.” I pinched the material of my onesie at my chest and pulled.

Max undid the crotch snaps. That tiny bit of pressure sent heat all over my body. He pulled the garment up and over my head and just like that I was clad only in my diaper and pink fuzzy slippers.

“More, Daddy.”

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