Daddy Santa’s Snow Angel (DKAG Christmas Daddies)

8. Avery

Chapter 8

Avery

I couldn't believe it. Dexter actually wanted a relationship with me. He wanted to be my Daddy, and he wanted me to be his boy. His Little. My heart soared and my Big thoughts started slipping away as my Little side took over. I wanted to tell someone, but since Daddy already knew, I settled for the next best thing.

My stuffed dinosaur, T-Rexxy.

“Daddy, can we go play now?”

Daddy tickled my sides and slipped me off his lap so I was standing on my feet. “Yep. You go get started, and I’ll clean up in here.”

“Okay!” I ran straight to my playroom. Daddy would deal with the dumb dishes and leftovers. I had important news to share. As soon as I got into my playroom, I grabbed my dino and dropped to my bottom on the carpet. "Guess what, T-Rexxy! Dexter, the hottest Daddy in the world, wants to be my Daddy!" I paused for dramatic effect, even though T-Rexxy wasn't exactly known for his witty comebacks. "And he makes milk. Like real milk. No more bottles!"

I rolled onto my back and held T-Rexxy in the air while I kicked my feet. “I know. It’s so cool. But don’t be jealous. We’ll find a Daddy Dino for you too. I can’t promise the milk thing because that’s special, but we’ll try.”

"Avery, are you ready to play with Daddy?" The sexy voice coming at me from the hallway was a huge relief. For once, I didn’t have to play all by myself.

"Yes, Daddy!" I put T-Rexxy on the floor and kneeled.

"What do you want to do, sweet boy?" Dexter sat down beside me, melting me with his loving gaze.

"Can we build towers and knock them down?" I asked, with my hands folded in front of me.

Dexter’s dimples brightened up his whole face as he chuckled. "Knock them down? After we work so hard to make a tower, you want to destroy it?"

“Yeah. Can we, Daddy?” I dove for the bin of blocks on the bottom shelf and pulled it forward. “You build. I’ll knock.”

We spent the next hour designing wooden masterpieces that T-Rexxy accidentally knocked over with his tail or head. It was so fun. I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed so hard. Dexter really knew how to get into character, growling and roaring as he stomped all over the debris.

Eventually, I wasn’t able to hold back a yawn, and Daddy saw it. "Uh-oh. I think we should start thinking about getting you to bed."

"I’m not tired yet!" I pouted, but it morphed into a silly face when I tried to stop another yawn before it fully formed. “I wanna keep playing.”

"I know, baby.” He started picking up the blocks and neatly arranging them in the bin. “But we both have to be well-rested for work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is Friday, right?” I helped clean up and then looked at Daddy.

“Yes, today is Thursday and tomorrow’s Friday.”

“Can you sleep over on Friday since we don’t have to work on Saturday?”

“Technically, I work every day, but I can ask one of my drivers to take my route on Saturday so we can spend the whole day together.

“Yes!” I crawled over his lap and straddled his thighs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Do you need a bath before bedtime?”

My eyes widened as I nodded. “It’s very important to be clean for sleepies.”

“Then let’s get to it.” We both got up, and Daddy's warm hand held mine as he guided me into the bathroom.

Dexter turned on the water in the tub and waited until the temperature was just right before dropping the plug. The sound of running water was soothing as he knelt down to add bubbles. He turned to me with a playful glint in his eyes. "Alright, sweet boy. Time to get you cleaned up."

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head in one fluid motion. I helped him some, raising my arms to make it easier for him. Then he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs until I was standing there, completely naked in front of him.

Part of me felt insecure as he looked me up and down, but it wasn’t the first time he’d bathed me. And I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

Daddy’s eyes trailed over my body, lingering for just a second on my hard dick. "You're so beautiful, Avery."

I squirmed because his praise sent shivers down my spine. “Thank you.”

He took my hands and helped me into the tub. The water was perfectly warm, just the right temperature to soothe my skin and wash away the tension I’d been feeling all day in anticipation of our date. Instead of getting in with me, Daddy kneeled outside the tub and pulled a washcloth from the shelf behind him.

I watched, mesmerized by his big hands as he rolled a bar of soap in the towel, working them both into a thick lather.

Then he held out his palm to me. “Arm.”

He dragged the soapy towel up my arm and worked his way over my shoulder then down to my chest.

I relaxed into it, enjoying the attention as he fully cleaned everything he could reach. Dexter's eyes were on me the entire time.

He gently moved down to my thigh then all the way to my ankle before lifting my foot out of the water and kissing the top of it. “Are you okay, baby?” His voice was husky with the desire I felt.

“Very okay.”

“Tell me if this gets too tickly.” Daddy massaged the bottom of my foot before moving to the other side. His touch was firm yet gentle, eliciting soft moans as he eventually worked his way back up to my stomach, tracing patterns with his fingertips that left me breathless.

When the towel finally grazed my cock, my breath hitched. “Do you want me to wash you here too?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I gripped his forearm, squeezing it tightly to stay upright. “It needs to be washed from the inside out. Make it all squeaky clean till it explodes in cleanness.”

Daddy chuckled and wrapped the towel around my length, gently stroking me up and down while teasing my balls with each movement. My hips thrust in the air, chasing the friction until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Can I, Daddy? Please.”

He leaned forward and kissed right above my ear. “Yes, baby. Come for Daddy.”

“But…” I went still and looked at him, needing to clarify one very important aspect of our relationship before we went any further. “Will you still…ya know. Do other stuff?”

He smirked. “Like what other stuff? Use your words, Avery.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned, embarrassed to have to ask him outright, even though I knew this was part of the process with a new Daddy. “Will you still come in my bottom? I like it like that too.”

He took a deep breath, inhaling through his nose as he slowly nodded. “Of course. Whatever you need from me, sweet boy.”

I relaxed, leaning back against the side of the tub and then quickly fucked up into his fist. Without another word, I came hard in his hand, spurting up above the waterline before a creamy swirl formed on the surface.

“Yeah, that’s the kind of bath I like the best.” I turned to Daddy with my eyelids feeling very heavy. “Now I’m thirsty.”