Page 110 of Daddy's Pride
But Jamie’s laughter was music to my ears, and I’d keep it going for as long as I could.
Or until he yelled, “Uncle! You’re gonna make me tinkle, Daddy.”
“Now, we can’t have that. Sweet boy,” I grabbed a handful of his very naked ass, “where are your clothes?”
More giggles. “They flew away!”
“You’re making Daddy want to do naughty things to you.”
“What if I want you to, Daddy?”
Dear God, this boy…
His hand slid through the opening on my boxers and gripped my cock. “See, Daddy. I wanna play grown-up things.”
“Okay, but we have to make this quick. I smell bacon so everyone’s up.” Next time, I’d make sure we were at my house. I’d worship his body the way it deserved.
I slid out of my boxers, took his hand in mine, and wrapped them around both our cocks and stroked.
“Daddy, kiss me.”
Tentatively, he pressed his lips to mine in the gentlest of touches, silently asking for permission. When his tongue slid along the seam and my lips parted without pause, I swear, my world as I’d once known it shifted on its axis. Internally, I chuckled at the unexpected twist and wondered hmm, aren’t Daddies supposed to lead? But it appeared my silly Little had an impish streak. Jamie would be interesting to unwrap, that’s for sure, but I looked very forward to peeling back each layer. Plus, denying this turn of events wasn’t sexy as hell would be a lie.
While our tongues found their rhythm, learning a soon-to-be familiar dance, I stroked our cocks to the same beat. I couldn’t wait to have Jamie all to myself, not that I wasn't now, but we were in someone else's home and couldn’t be as free as we wished.
Jamie gasped as he drew back. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he breathlessly chanted in his usual triple word set.
His cock throbbed in my hand and come spilled over and became the lubricant I needed. I stroked harder, faster. Jamie’s gasps and pants fueled me, and it didn't take much before my come mixed with his.
“Jesus.” How could a simple frot be so mind blowing? “Jamie, give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll clean us up.”
“’K, Daddy.”
Neither of us moved. Jamie twirled my chest hair through his fingers, on the brink of nodding off. But we had to get cleaned up and start the day.
I had so much to learn about this boy, but after this it was hard to contain my excitement. I was in it one hundred percent now and would do my best not to fuck it up. I grabbed my boxers and wiped us up then we both got dressed. When he snuck in last night he’d brought his backpack with him. Everything about this boy was adorable.
“Daddy, you need to meet Sloffers and Kiki.” He pulled his two favorite stuffies from his backpack and held up the sloth and faced him toward me. “Sloffers, this is Daddy.”
“Hello, Sloffers, it’s nice to meet you.”
“And Kiki, this Daddy.” He held the koala in his other hand.
“It’s nice to meet you as well, Kiki.”
Jamie snuggled them. “They’re my best friends.”
“Well, it was very nice to meet both of you, but I must make sure that my boy gets fed before I send him home.” Saying those words aloud saddened us and I regretted saying them. How soon was too soon to ask when I could next see him? And how was it the roles were reversed in this relationship?
Jensen, Mitchell, and Henry were in the kitchen finishing up their breakfast when we walked in. “Good morning, you two.” Jensen winked and Henry giggled. “Let me grab your plates out of the oven. Please, take a seat.”
“How do you take your coffee, Tim?” Mitchell asked, already grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
“Cream, please and thank you.”
“And milk for your boy?”
Jamie’s head bobbed beside me as he snacked on a sausage link.