Page 44 of Snuggle Bug

Greyson has made more time for art in his life. Bead painting is his medium of choice, and he loves to make pretty pictures of me lying on his bed with Constable Charlie. He tells me that seeing his old teddy buried all cozy in my arms lights up a part of him that he thought was long dead.

We hang his bead paintings of me all over our house. When I spot them out of the corner of my eye while I’m studying, my cheeks flush pink, and I get all warm and fuzzy. The very first ones we created at Little Land together are my favorite.

Greyson is truly the perfect Daddy for me. Our certificate asserting that we’re the best huggers in the Hug Club hangs above our bed, filling our bedroom with pride. Many other Littles and Daddies tried to beat our perfect score from last year, but they all came up short. I don't know what it is about us, but when we embrace, we create magic.

Every single day, I’m so grateful that Greyson is the type of Daddy who puts my needs above his, respects me, and always waits until I’m ready. He helps me use my special potty every day, even though I’m no longer as against the porcelain toilet as I once was.

Now, I’m waiting for Greyson to take the next step with me. The big next step. I’ve hinted that I was ready quite a number of times over the past couple of months, but Greyson only smiles, taking his sweet time. That’s what he does best.

I think it’s because Greyson’s an artist at heart. Rushing into things isn’t his style, and it’s dawned on me that his love of waiting isn’t only to protect me, but to savor me in a funny way. Anyone can make love, then never see each other again. The patience with which Greyson approaches all of my firsts is to truly experience every single part of me.

The front door swings open. "I’m home, sweet boy. Oh, you’re going to love dinner tonight. I bought our nuggets, fries, and milkshakes from the same restaurant where we went last year after we finished ship watching with Waxley and Wren. It’s the restaurant you love so much. Where are you, baby boy? Daddy’s hungry, and he can’t wait to eat much longer. He very nearly sampled a fry on the drive home, which would’ve been a naughty thing for Daddy to do. Dare I say, Daddy would’ve deserved a spanking—he’s sure glad he resisted temptation and waited until he was home to eat with you. Spanking wouldn’t be good for him. Plus, he’s not into ass play, he only likes playing with your precious little ass. Goddamn, boy—even the thought of those juicy cheeks is getting Daddy all randy. Need to give you a lil’ finger up your hole, prepare you for his cock. Oh, no, you’re not getting my cock yet, you naughty boy. You will soon, but you have to wait. You’re too innocent and precious to take all nine inches of Daddy’s shaft—"

I exit our shared bedroom, wearing nothing more than the t-shirt that the teddy I gave to BJ last year was wearing. I removed it when BJ wasn’t looking so I could wear it. The t-shirt is much too small for me, because it was designed to fit on a teddy. The rest of my body is naked.

I get on my knees, then place my ass in the air with my face on the floor. I spread my cheeks, willing Greyson to see my pink hole. "Please, Daddy. I’m ready."

My unexpected action steals Greyson’s ability to speak. He drops the dino nuggets and fries, sending them scattering across the floor. One shoots in front of my lips, and I drop my mouth low, biting it as I shed tears of need.

Greyson sternly approaches me from behind. "Tell Daddy what you’re doing, boy."

His unwavering, firm voice causes a tingle of shyness to creep inside of me. I whimper, my wee lengthening, pre-cum trickling out of me.

"I need you, Daddy. I’ve been waiting for you to take my virginity for so long, and this is how I’m showing you that I’m ready. I’m not the eighteen-year-old Little I was when we first met. I’m a man. I have a hole that’s ready, a twenty-year-old asshole that’s ready for your cock. I’m Big, Daddy, and you need to believe me. Look at my hole. Put your finger in it. Put your wee in it. It’ll feel good, I promise. You’ll make me so happy and I’ll finally feel like the grown-up that I am. I’m not too young or immature, I’m ready for you. I’m getting so impatient, and every single night, I take your finger and put it up my hole while you’re sleeping. I don't want to do that anymore, Daddy. It’s wrong. Make it right."

Greyson smacks my white ass.

Swat.

I scream, canting my hips up, grinding into the floor as I munch the dino nugget. I wish I had some honey mustard sauce to dip it in.

"You’re one horny boy. Aren’t you?"

A whine escapes me, one that’s as heartrending as it is desperate. "Yes."

Greyson hits my ass again. Smack. "Look at you tempting Daddy. Nothing innocent about you. You’re cute thinking that Daddy doesn’t know what you do with his fingers when he shuts his eyes and enters dreamland. You think you’re pushing his finger into your hole, but Daddy’s wriggling it in. Deeper. Deeper."

Greyson spits on my ass. I cry out as he plunges his tongue between my cheeks, forcing it deep. His hot spit lights me up, and he swirls his tongue around my folds, tasting me for the first time.

"Oh, Daddy!"

"Tell me when you're ready."

"Now!"

Greyson laps at my hole a few more times, getting me slick and wet. I melt when the sound of him unzipping himself reaches my ears. At long last, he’s doing it. I’ve waited, rehearsed, and prepared for this moment for such a long time.

Joy bubbles up inside me as he heaves my hips up, gripping the sides of my body. His cock springs upward, hitting his abs, then he ruts his meaty head against my opening, prodding my folds, before ramming all nine inches straight into my channel.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Greyson’s cock feels so good. So much better than my fantasies.

I remember our night we spent in the cuddle room last year, and recall that Greyson told me that he had a beast he kept chained inside.

This is that beast. It’s here. Inside me. Ready to give me what I want.

"Give it to me harder, Daddy!"