Page 45 of Snuggle Bug

"Clench around my dick. Ah shit, I can’t believe you’re the same boy I create wonderful bead paintings for every single day. All grown and in college now. Such a far cry from the boy I used to know, the one I met on that app and fell in love with at once. Didn’t know a thing about sex then, you little virgin. Now, you’re a cock fiend. One who’s wild about Daddy’s cock. His big man cock, one that’s mightier than a King’s scepter and with ten times the power."

Greyson produces Constable Charlie. He slides his old teddy under my hips, wriggling him under my cock.

My cock leaps at first, jerking back because the sensation of Constable Charlie’s fur on my pinkness is so intense I can’t stand it.

Then, I remember who I’m with. Daddy. He doesn’t judge me, doesn’t shame me for my kinks. He knows I like his old plushie, and that even though I felt embarrassed the first time I used him, I no longer do.

I plunge my dick into Constable Charlie, moaning as I rut, my hips working of their own accord, thrusting, needing to bury all of my wee in his fluff. My balls rise in my sack, pressing against my taint, and pre-cum bubbles out of my tip, mashing into Constable Charlie’s fur, priming him for the paint I’ll apply later, with the brushstrokes of my wee.

"Harder, Daddy! I’ve wanted this for so long!"

Greyson spanks me, sending a flurry of warm fuzzies shooting through me. I wail with pleasure, my cock grinding into Constable Charlie. I’m giving him the same love that my Daddy gives me.

I’m getting close. So close.

Heat wells up in my balls, shooting across my gut. My nipples turn to stiff pink buds, and my ass cheeks clap around Greyson’s dick, demanding all the stimulation he’ll give me.

Greyson grabs my hips and plunges his dick in balls deep. "Look at you go, sweet boy. Daddy’s so proud of you, you don't even know. You’ve become a man sometime over the past year and he’s not even sure when it happened. Let loose, my love. Enjoy yourself. This is your moment, your first release while making love. I adore you with all my heart, and I can’t wait to see you fly."

I lose control.

My body melts as shot after shot of hot white cum flies out of my dick.

My back arches as the most magnificent heat floods my core.

"Thank you, Daddy." My whispered voice is barely audible. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too. You don't even know how much."

Greyson heaves me into his arms, bringing me to his bed. He lays me down, still making love to me, every inch of his dick flooding me with a love and adoration that I didn’t know a mere mortal like me could feel in this life.

My back is on the mattress when he pistons down and crushes his lips to mine, his tongue swirling around my mouth, his fingers clutching my hair.

I moan, welcoming his tender kiss, and tears of pure joy spring out of my eyes, raining down my cheeks.

Greyson is the best Daddy in the world. He waited for two years to do this, to take me. I claimed I was ready before, but I wasn’t, not at all. I was only eighteen. Eighteen isn’t old enough to make these decisions, to tell your Daddy you’re ready for his cock.

Now, I’m twenty. All parts of me are ripe for him, for his offering.

"I offer myself up to you, Daddy. You showed patience, care, and you treated me with the respect I didn’t even know I needed. Thank you for doing what you knew was best until I was ready to make this decision. I thought I could’ve handled you earlier, but I was wrong. I can now. You helped build me into the man I am, not simply a Little who likes doing Little things with you. I’m truly capable of all parts of a loving relationship, and with you, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been."

Greyson pulls a box out of his bedside table.

He opens it and pulls out the most dazzling ring.

"Say I do. Oh, baby boy, this is the moment. I bought this ring the night we won the Best Hugger competition at the Hug Club. Right then, I knew there was no other boy for me. Not in New York, not in any other club, not in the entire world. You light up my life and make me feel like I’m on top of the world every day that I’m with you. I’ve got to let you know that you’ll always be my boy, my perfect boy. You’re my snuggle bug. My prince. Marry me. Be my boy for the rest of your life."

Tears flood down my cheeks like rain. "I do."

Greyson slides the ring onto my finger. He leans down and kisses me, brushing a strand of floppy hair off my forehead, cupping my cheek tenderly as he sweeps his tongue across my lips.

Our tongues mingle together as one, even hugging one another, and this thought is so funny to me it makes me giggle.

"Your tongue is hugging mine, Daddy!"

"That’s because it can’t resist how cute you are."

Greyson tickles me. His fingers under my armpits cause me to burst into laughter, and I flail on the bed, my eyes fluttering shut, my body welcoming his thrusts without a shred of protest. He bucks into me harder, until his cock stiffens and is ready to come.

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