Page 37 of Snuggle Bug

I boop his nose, unable to believe how precious he is. "No, you had too many sips of that rainbow milkshake. You should’ve given Daddy half."

"You should’ve ordered your own!"

I lock the door behind us to protect my little home from burglars. Not that there are many in this neighborhood, thank goodness. It used to be rough back in the day when I first purchased this property, but Bryce renovated quite a number of the older homes that had fallen into disrepair and turned them into safe, affordable community housing for people who were well-behaved who simply needed a cheap place to live.

I smile when I think about my friend, who’s always willing to help communities in need. Most real estate developers have a reputation for hurting neighborhoods instead of assisting them, but not Bryce. He doesn’t do any more work in this area, but he still receives letters every day from residents thanking him for caring. Compassion is one of those traits that most who get into the property business don't have. They want to deliver as little as possible and make as much as they can. If they gouge a poor family that can barely afford their light bill, they don't care. Bryce worked with the city to obtain grants so he wouldn’t have to nickel and dime anyone. He’s one of the good property developers, which makes my heart happy.

Still, a few burglars are in the neighborhood, at least according to this online community watch website. I hate that website with a passion. Sometimes, a group of teenagers will be walking by and the five people will write: Teens casing houses to rob. They never actually rob any houses because they’re only heading to the local basketball court to play a game of pickup, but that doesn’t stop a few busybodies with nothing better to do from making inflammatory posts.

As a defense attorney, many of these young men, or other men like them, have been my clients. They’re in the wrong neighborhood at the wrong time, and residents accuse them of malicious acts. It gives me joy to defend them, because many don't have access to wealth to afford top-tier lawyers. What’s tough about the United States is that unless you’re a double-digit millionaire, you can’t afford access to the legal system. You’re stuck using public defenders who may not have your best interest in mind, or who are inclined to settle for peanuts.

I can’t help but grin. "I didn’t think I wanted one because I had too many bowls of rainbow sprinkle ice cream at Little Land. You did, too, sweet boy. That’s why Daddy was so surprised you drank that entire thing."

Calloway blushes. "A boy can never have too much ice cream."

I lift Calloway into my arms, then press his back against a wall in my living room. His wide blue eyes are so pretty in the glimmering moonlight that drifts through the window, and there’s no overlooking the dolphins that swim inside.

My lips hover inches from his. Tenderly, I lean in and drop a kiss on his mouth. I come at him sideways, needing to taste him, to claim the kiss that I’ve craved all day.

Calloway submits to my lips. He wraps his legs around my torso tighter, his fingers finding purchase in my hair. Our mouths mate in the moonlight, lighting me up inside.

Breaking off the kiss, I lean back and gaze at my boy. My, oh my, he looks like an angel. His floppy hair falls neatly across his forehead, and the sticker Connor made him at Little Land sends a reflected patch of moonlight up to his chin, which turns it milky white. Damn, my baby boy looks like a statue right now, one sculpted by an ancient like Praxiteles. There was a pretty statue of Apollo killing a lizard in Rome that Praxiteles is said to have sculpted the original of over two thousand years ago. Calloway looks like that.

I tickle Calloway’s tummy. He bursts into laughter, wriggling in my arms. "Oh, Daddy!"

"This tummy shouldn’t be able to eat so much ice cream," I growl, my fingers making him giggle. "This is a magic tummy. Tell Daddy how it’s possible that you gobbled up so much today. That’s not something that every boy can do."

"I was with you, Daddy! You give me a big appetite!"

"Daddy can’t even eat that many bowls of ice cream. You’re only half the size of Daddy. Where on Earth did all the ice cream go?"

Calloway takes my hand, then stares into my eyes. His breath is coming out in pants, each one strained. "I don't know."

I move my hand down his body, and sure enough, when I reach his midsection, I discover that he’s hard. I rub his bulge up and down, pressing my fingers against it. I feel it jolt under me, lengthening as it fills, sticking up in his khakis.

I smile. "Someone’s excited talking about ice cream."

"It’s not the ice cream that’s doing it for me."

I press Calloway to my chest, carrying him like a doll. I pat his ass with my right hand, smoothing it out, letting him know that he doesn’t have to hide who he is from me. I was so proud of him today when he let me strip him naked before entering the hot tub, even though he was afraid. The rules at Little Land are there for a reason, and it would’ve hurt me if my boy didn’t have the confidence to follow them. When he put his faith in me and allowed me to remove his teddy onesie, I knew that we’d entered a new realm of our relationship. And look what happened. He had a blast, splashing around, zooming rubber duckies, and by the end, he was so lost in play that he didn’t want to leave.

I bring Calloway upstairs to my bedroom. I lay him on the bed, then rub his dick again.

"Look at this precious thing," I growl playfully, leaning down to drop a kiss on his belly. "Someone’s got a hard wee from being tickled. You had a great day today, a day where you learned to trust your Daddy. Yeah, you never have to fear around Daddy. He’s got you, protecting you, watching out for you, keeping your safety in mind. Tonight, I want you to trust Daddy with one more thing. A very special thing. Do you think you can do that?"

Calloway’s eyes well with tears. He holds my hand, squeezing it tight. "Oh, yes. I was a good boy at Little Land, I followed the rules and did what you asked. You know I trust you. But Daddy, there’s one thing I need to ask. I know you have something in mind, but today when I was talking to Waxley, he told me all about the fun he had sucking Wren’s dick on the cruise. I tried to keep my spirits up, but I realized that you haven’t let me play with your dick yet, and it made me sad. Waxley and Wren have such a great time together, and I want that with you, as well. Part of the reason I didn’t want you to relieve my boner in Little Land was because I didn’t want to have a cummy today before I could play with your dick. I meant to ask you to touch it later. That’s what I really wanted and I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t. Now, I hope you let me play with you. I’ve been hard and achy all day, and there’s so much moonlight right now, it’s the perfect time."

"You’re so perceptive, sweet boy. This is exactly what Daddy wanted to speak to you about—Daddy has also been hard and achy all day, because watching you play, drink your milkshake, and guide ships with Waxley did something to his bits. You know that Daddy enjoys getting a little frisky when he’s in Daddy headspace, just as you do when you’re Little. I wanted to ask you if you’d treasure my cock tonight. If you’d be so generous as to take it, explore it, and bring Daddy to an orgasm. That’d make Daddy the happiest man in the world, and by the way you’re smiling at me, I think it’d make you happy, too."

Calloway reaches for my cock, then rubs it. "I’m ready."

I stare down at Calloway. Before I remove my pants, I take a moment to drink him in. Lying on his back, his khaki shorts all tight due to his boner, his blue eyes staring innocently and hungrily at me, I feel like I’m gazing at one of the most precious sights life has to offer. I’ve been to the best museums, I’ve seen the new celebrities Hollywood pushes onto the public every other year come and go. No man, living or stone, compares to Calloway right now.

The way he looks at me is so precious that it makes my heart grow wings. My heart flaps around my chest like a butterfly, trying to escape, but it keeps banging into my ribcage and making my grown-ass chest feel all funny.

I pull down my pants. My cock springs up, all nine inches hard and erect for Calloway.

I lay down next to him, then prop myself up on my side, taking his slender hand and placing it on my hardness. "There, sweet boy. Now, you have Daddy’s cock in your hand. Tonight is different from the other nights you’ve played with me because I give you my permission. My consent. The gods have no reason to frown down upon you because you’re not stealing a glimpse or a taste without my knowledge. They praise you—Aphrodite is telling her winged son Cupid to bombard me with arrows. Arrows of love, love for you, precious one. Go for it, Calloway. Don't be afraid, it won’t bite. This means a lot to both of us, and when you finish, we’ll have created something beautiful together."

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