Page 88 of Daddy Down Under

My heart swelled. “I love you too, Daddy.”

We sat like that for a while until he shifted.

“Am I getting too heavy for you?” I mumbled.

“Yes, but also, I know something that will help you relax, baby boy.”

He nudged me off his lap, and reluctantly, I complied. What could possibly be better than sitting on his lap?

When he led me to the couch, I was even more confused. Sure, snuggling on the couch was nice and probably more comfortable, but not all that different from sitting on his lap. Or did he have something else in mind?

But then he dragged down his sweatpants and underwear, freeing his cock, and things became a whole lot more interesting. His hand curled around my neck as he pulled me down. “Be a good little cock warmer for Daddy, baby boy, hmm?”

Hell to the fucking yes. He’d had my number from the get-go, and I didn’t even want to protest anymore.

He dropped a pillow on the floor, and I eagerly sank to my knees between his spread legs, my eyes drawn to the thick cock rising from a nest of blond curls. I licked my lips, mouth watering at the sight.

Ocean’s hand slid from my neck to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my lower lip. “Go on, baby boy. Take what you need.”

Permission granted, I leaned in and nuzzled his length, breathing in the heady musk of his arousal. I pressed reverent, soft kisses along the hot, silken skin, worshipping every inch. Only then did I take him into my mouth, shifting until I could rest my cheek against his strong thigh as I suckled.

He was half-hard now, filling my mouth, and I savored the salty taste on my tongue. But I loved the mental aspect even more, this deep sense of calm that washed over me. This was exactly what I needed—the hot, heavy weight of him on my tongue, the way he filled my senses completely until nothing existed but him.

Ocean’s fingers carded through my hair, gentle and soothing. “That’s it, baby boy. Just relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

His voice was a deep rumble that I felt more than heard, vibrating through his body and into mine. I hummed contentedly around his length, letting my eyes drift shut as I lost myself in the calming rhythm.

Gradually, he hardened fully, stretching my lips wider. But there was no urgency, no frantic need to chase completion. This was about the journey, not the destination. About giving myself over to him completely, trusting him to guide me. I suckled lazily, savoring his taste, the way he throbbed against my tongue.

“So good for me,” he praised, his thumb rubbing circles against my temple. “My perfect boy.”

The words washed over me like a warm tide, soothing the ragged edges of my soul. Here, I didn’t have to be in control. Didn’t have to be strong or put together. With Ocean, I could just be.

“Look at you,” he whispered, awe and adoration threading through his tone. “So beautiful like this, so perfect for me. My perfect little cock warmer.”

Time lost meaning as I floated in that soft, tranquil space, the outside world fading until there was nothing but this perfect bubble of peace and connection. The solid heat of him in my mouth anchored me in the moment. The rhythmic pull of my mouth around him became as natural as breathing, as essential as the blood flowing through my veins.

It could have been minutes or hours. I had no idea. All that existed was this perfect, intimate connection between us.

Every so often, Ocean would shift, his cock slipping a little deeper, and I would swallow around him, savoring the way he throbbed in response. But mostly, we were still, content to simply exist in this moment, connected so intimately.

I was distantly aware of my own arousal, my cock straining against the confines of my sweats. But it was a muted thing, secondary to the bone-deep contentment suffusing my being. This wasn’t about my pleasure. It was about connection, about surrendering myself to Ocean’s gentle dominance.

His breathy praises washed over me, each word sinking into my skin like the sun’s warm rays. “You’re doing so well, baby boy. Taking me so perfectly. Daddy’s good boy.”

I hummed contentedly around him, the vibrations making him throb against my tongue. This was heaven, subspace, nirvana… I’d found my paradise, and it was right here, on my knees for my Daddy.

His fingers never stopped their soothing caress, alternately stroking through my hair and tracing the stretched line of my lips around him.

Eventually, Ocean’s hand on my cheek coaxed me to release him. I blinked at him with hazy eyes, feeling drunk on his taste and scent and the deep sense of peace suffusing my entire being.

“Back with me, sweetheart?” He smiled tenderly, thumb tracing my slick, swollen lips.

I could only nod and nuzzle into his palm, too blissed out for words.

Ocean patted his thigh. “Come here, baby boy. Daddy wants to hold you.”

Eagerly, I clambered onto his lap, straddling his hips and looping my arms around his neck. Ocean’s arms came around me instantly as he kissed me deeply. I melted into him, into the slick slide of his tongue against mine, the way he claimed my mouth so thoroughly, so possessively. I opened for him willingly, pliant and languid, melting into his solid warmth.

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