Page 25 of A Little Spilled Milk

“Don’t want to.”

“Vinnie.” That was my Daddy voice. Not higher than usual but lower. That got his attention.

He flopped over and glared at me.

“Tell me what’s upset you.”

“That woman. She said you played with her. Did you have sex with her? Do you prefer women? I’m confused and sad.” Tears spilled over his cheeks, and he wiped them with the sheet.

“I’m proud of you for telling me what was on your mind.” I crawled into bed. “I met Mia at a conference ages ago and then bumped into her at the club the same night.” I explained she was a Little, and yeah, we played. She ate dino nuggets, and we built a tower with blocks. “She’s a messy eater and got ketchup over her shirt and fingers.”

“And afterward?”

“I went home, and she stayed at the club when another Daddy introduced himself. The same Daddy she married.”

Vinnie fiddled with his tiger’s ear. “I was jealous. I still am, and I don’t like you being a Daddy to someone else.”

“I can’t change my past, and I don’t regret being with Mia at the club for a few hours.” I took his hand and kissed it. “Mia was a blip in my lifeline. But you are my present and my future.” I traced the longest line on his hand.

“Daddy, that's so sweet.” He snuggled up to me. “I’m sorry I was angry and scared.”

“It’s not how you were feeling that bothered me but that you weren’t talking to me. I’m not a mind reader.”

Vinnie bit his bottom lip, and my cock reacted as it always did. I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “Want to have a shower with me?” I slid a hand over his hip and caressed his dick, covered only in the flimsy cotton PJ fabric. It swelled under my touch, and he whimpered.

“You’ll have to carry me, Daddy.”

I stripped off the rest of my clothes, and he gazed at my arousal, visible in the lamplight. Vinnie wriggled out of his PJs, and I didn’t wait to remove his shirt. Instead, I scooped him up and carried him into the walk-in shower.

With one hand holding him up, I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Vinnie pulled me closer and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I walked under the warm pounding water as he giggled and pulled his mouth off mine, mumbling he was still wearing his shirt.

I didn’t give a damn, and my mouth captured his as I fingered his hole. His breath quickened, and he slid off me, turning around, his shirt sticking to his curves. Gods, I wanted to fuck him so bad.

He braced himself on the wet tiles. “Fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock in my hole, and I want to scream your name.”

I reached for the lube in my toiletry bag and fingered him again, the lube so slippery I was already imagining gliding into him.

He panted, “Please, Daddy. Your cock. Give me your big, thick Daddy cock.”

Gods, I almost came.

I hitched his hips up higher and spread his cheeks while gazing at his hole, glistening with lube and droplets of water. My length was ramrod straight as I prodded his puckered entrance.

He shivered and grunted as I eased in the tip. “You’re so big, Daddy.”

Clasping both his hips, I slid into his depths. He was tight and warm and wet. I trailed kisses down his spine, but Vinnie wriggled his butt, saying he wanted to be fucked.

With my fingers pressing into his soft flesh, I pulled out so only the tip remained and slammed into him. Vinnie bucked his hips, creating a familiar hot longing inside me.

I rammed my dick into his hole, in and out, our panting barely audible above the water spraying onto our skin. Vinnie’s breathing sped up, but he couldn’t come. It was too soon, and I slowed my thrusts until my cock inched into him.

“Daddy, faster,” he begged, but I refused, impaling him with my cock and telling him to wrap his fingers around his dick and pump.

Vinnie jerked as he tugged his length, while I licked up and down his spine. Despite the water splashing over us, heat radiated from his body.

I squeezed his butt and he grunted, tugging his cock faster and shoving his ass back, taking me to the hilt. He squeezed around me, and I paused, resting my hands on the wall beside him, not wanting to come yet, needing to prolong our lovemaking.

I wanted this ride to be long and slow, but Vinnie was panting and pumping and shoving his butt back, taking me and sendinggoosebumps, each one tipped with water, scurrying over my skin.

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