Page 12 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
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MICHAEL
I awoke to soft whimpers. At first, I was confused until I remembered the amazing night I had with Emery. He submitted to my care beautifully. For years, I’d dreamed about my perfect boy, and nothing I ever dreamed could compare to the pure bliss that filled me as I cared for Emery. My baby doll was perfect for me in every way.
I stifled a groan, not wanting to let Emery know I was awake just yet. He had his leg hiked over mine and was sucking on my chest as his full diaper rubbed against my leg. Pride filled me at the realization that my boy had fully surrendered to my care and filled his diaper… even if he was asleep when it happened.
My cock was hard as a rock as I felt Emery continue to rut against me, his thrusts were slow and shallow as he suckled, and I wasn't even sure he was fully awake. After what felt like an eternity, the flow lessened, and he continued to use me like a pacifier while he rutted against me. My sweet boy must have started well before I awoke because my chest felt emptier than it had in a long time.
Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed his hips and hoisted him on top of me, breaking the latch he had on my nipple. “Well, good morning, precious. Sleep well?”
He finally opened his eyes and looked absolutely adorable and still rumpled from sleep when he spoke. “Mornin', Daddy. I had the bestest sleep.” His words ended in a strangled moan when I tightened my grip on his hips and pulled him forward, making our cloth-covered erections rub together. “Daddy feels too good.”
“Nuh-uh, baby doll, you were naughty and started playing without me, so you need to be a good doll and wait for me. Sit up and remove your sweater, Daddy wants to see those pretty pierced titties.”
Emery moaned, and the words “Yes, Daddy” were barely intelligible as he sat up and removed the garment. I rocked him back and forth, letting his diaper-covered cock rub against mine. His jewelry sparkled in the early-morning light, outlining the shape of his gorgeous pink nipples. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I woke up with a full diaper, and it felt so warm and soft around my special place, I couldn't help it.”
I moaned. I’d honestly expected him to panic when he realized he wet his diaper, but knowing it turned him on made me crazy. “God damn baby, keep talking like that and you won't have to wait very long.”
Emery let out an obscene moan and whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I drank all my milkies and now I want your dick milkies too. I don’t care where, but I need it, please.”
Holy fuck, Emery might have spent most of the night before nonverbal and struggling to speak, but this wasn’t my littledoll, this was my boy, and his filthy mouth was going to make me blow before I could even give him what he was so prettily begging for. Emery yelped in surprise when I flipped us over so I was now on top of him, grinding our cocks together.
“Daddy wants to paint your gorgeous tits with his cum. Is that what you want, baby doll?”
Emery nodded wildly as he whimpered and bucked against me. My cock and balls throbbed as I straddled his waist and pulled my cock free from my underwear. Using one hand, I thumbed the pre-come that was leaking from my tip, using it to ease the way as I jacked off on top of him. Using my other hand, I pinched and twisted his nipples. I rolled his rosy bud between my forefinger and thumb, feeling the metal bar move underneath his skin. I’d never played with nipple piercings before, but I must've been doing something right because Emery bucked harder against me and whined. “Ah! Daddy, please… feels too good. Wanna come!”
His whimpers and moans fueled my desire, pushing me closer to the edge. My cock pulsed and my balls tightened as pleasure coursed through me. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby doll. Here you go, baby. Since you begged so nicely, Daddy's gonna paint you with his cum.”
Leaning forward, I pointed my cock at his chest, a loud, obscene roar spilling from my lips as my cock erupted all over my sexy boy. Ropes of cum painted his heaving chest, making him look positively wrecked.
Climbing off, I lay beside him and palmed him over his diaper. Emery bucked into my hand, whimpering as his pace quickened. “Does that feel good, precious baby? Do you like how warm and wet it feels against your cock?”
“Ah, Daddy, so good. Please… Please, can I come?”
“Do it, baby, be a good boy and come in your diaper for Daddy.” Emery's eyes screwed shut, his back arching off the bed as he moaned my name like it was a prayer. I couldn't control myself and silenced his screams, shoving my tongue into his open mouth, devouring my sexy boy. Emery’s hips stuttered as he came in his diaper. We continued to kiss, nibbling and lapping at each other's mouths until we were sated.
“Oh. My. God.” Emery groaned as he sat up, his eyes widening at the mess I made on his chest. We both jumped when my alarm sounded, scaring us both. Emery threw his head back and laughed. “Perfect timing, I need to shower. Too bad I can't go to work covered in cum.” The mental image of my boy being soaked in my cum as he went about his day had my cock attempting to come back to life, but I was getting older, and my refractory period was not as short as it used to be.
I sat up and captured his lips in a kiss. “You look so fucking sexy covered in my cum. It's a shame I can't keep you in my bed and paint you some more.”
We kissed some more, just soaking up the feel of each other's bodies. I loved the way Emery felt against me, and I never wanted it to end, but we both had work to get to. “Why don't you go shower, and I'll make us some breakfast before we head out. Sound good?”
Emery gave me one last peck on the lips and got out of bed. “Sounds perfect. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anything for you, precious,” I said, and I meant it. For as long as he was willing to let me, I’d give him everything.
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The plastic cups felt wrong against my skin as I pumped in my office. Emery had spoiled me. It had only been twenty-four hours since he came to stay with me, and I already preferred the feel of his hot little mouth wrapped around my nipples over this plastic monstrosity. I texted Darren, letting him know I was running late for lunch. My supply was increasing due to Emery nursing so much, but I didn't mind. I just needed to adjust the timing for my pumping breaks.
Once I had everything bagged up and cleaned, I left my office and headed to the deli down the street. Normally, we’d walk there together, but I told Darren to go ahead and order for me so we weren't too pressed for time. I found him sitting in the back corner of the dining area and slid into the seat across from him.
“Hey, man, sorry I’m running late.” My food was already waiting for me, so I picked up my drink and took a sip.
Darren waved me off with a smile. “You’re all go— Wait, did you get laid?”
I nearly choked on my drink in shock. Was it that obvious? No, probably not, but Darren was my best friend and knew me almost better than I knew myself. “What makes you say that?”
