Chapter 13
Foster
I have the best Daddy in the entire universe.
There’s no arguing this fact after the day I just had. I’ve never felt more cared for or loved by someone in a romantic relationship. We aren’t even to the ‘I love you’ level, yet I can see a future with him like I haven’t been able to with others.
It’s the best feeling in the world to know he’s got my back.
When we get back to the room, I’m not as tired as I thought I’d be. It’s like I have a second wind of energy.
I bounce in place as Daddy opens the door. He turns to me, a soft smile in place. “Does someone need to use the potty?”
Our bag of goodies from the boat gets left by the door as he guides me into the living room. I sigh as I look out of the windows. I’ll never get tired of this view.
I wish we could stay here forever.
“No, Daddy,” I say with a giggle. “I no potty now.”
“Is that true? Then it’s ok if I tickle you.” Daddy wiggles his fingers at me as he rushes toward me.
With a squeal, I take off at a run. I don’t manage to get far since I don’t really want to be away from him. It’s just a game.
He pins me down on the couch, his body on top of mine as his fingers dig into my side. I wiggle and laugh, the teasing touches hitting all my funny spots.
But then Daddy shifts.
And — oh!
There’s something very hard between his legs.
“Daddy? What’s that?”
I widen my eyes as if I don’t know what his erection is. Though I’m feeling mostly Little, I have enough presence of my big side to understand.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to play to see where this might lead.
He shifts his hips forward, rubbing himself against me gently.
“This? This is Daddy’s cock, little one. It gets hard when I’m excited.”
“Excited!? I excited too. Look.” I point to my own crotch where my length has hardened.
He nods, smiling down at me. “I see that. Such a sweet boy, yet your body wants to be dirty, doesn’t it?”
I shiver at the want in his voice. Biting my lip, I nod and blink playfully. He leans down, his mouth moving to the side of my ear.
“Do you want to be Daddy’s dirty boy?”
My back arches as a pulse of needs throbs low in my belly.
“Please, Daddy. I be good for you. Good and dirty.”
He grinds into me again before lifting me up and pushing me up the couch. I’m flipped across the armrest, my lower half on the couch with my chest over the edge. There’s pressure against my cock that makes me gasp and press forward even more.
“Daddy!”
“What’s my dirty boy doing? Are you rubbing that cock against the couch? You want Daddy’s help?”
I nod rapidly as I try to rut against the furniture.
His hands move to my hips, then he eases me back and forth in a slow pace. I whine because it’s not enough. Not even close.
“More,” I grunt.
He chuckles softly, his teeth nibbling at my ear. “I can’t do that, little one. Daddy doesn’t want you to come too soon. I need to be inside you for that.”
I shake my head quickly. “No… please, Daddy. You get me too. Come and then more.”
My words are a mess. I know I’m not making sense, but it’s not like I can try to straighten the thoughts out. I’m feeling too eager.
Daddy stills my movement, and I cry out. He shushes me quickly. His voice is hard when he asks, “You’re telling me you want to come now and then I’ll still have you? Is that what my dirty boy wants?”
I nod.
“You want to come in your pants, or should I strip you down?”
I shake my head. Then I nod. Then shake it again.
“NOW DADDY! PLEASE!”
Hopefully he knows what I’m asking for. I’m not even sure I know.
He doesn’t leave me wondering long. His fingers dig into my sides. Not enough to hurt. Just firmly enough to keep me steady.
Unlike last time he pressed me forward, his body molds against mine this go-around. He drives us both forward, making my cock rub against the firm side of the couch.
I moan as pleasure sweeps through me. It’s a wave of need so strong I feel my body shake with the desperate want to come.
“You want to come for Daddy, don’t you?” he asks when my trembling intensifies.
“Daddddyyyy.”
My whine only makes him laugh. It’s a dark sound, full of desire and promise. I drop my head back onto his shoulder as I close my eyes tight.
I can’t take this.
I won’t last much longer.
It’s all far too good.
The pressure. His thrusts. The feeling of his body pressing into mine.
His tongue runs up the column of my throat before he nips at my jaw. “Come for Daddy, little one. Show me how dirty you can be.”
As if he’s flipping a switch, my body detonates. I come so hard I convulse with the power of the orgasm crashing through me.
I wail as the release coats my boxers and a wet stain appears on the front of my pants. The mess spreads wider as I come and come and come. It’s like there’s no end to it.
Daddy climbs from behind me and drops down to kneel. His face is in line with the stain. As much as I want to hide from him, I don’t.
His hand reaches up, tracing over the spot as he gives me a big smile.
“Such a dirty boy for me. I love it,” he praises.
I close my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Before he can move, I reach for the button of my pants. He sits back on his heels, watching me as I strip out of the messy garments. Only when I’m fully nude does he rise back to his feet.
“New position,” he tells me.
This time, I’m guided to the back of the couch, where he places my hands on the edge. At my questioning gaze, he instructs me to keep my hands in place.
Why is that so hot?
I keep still as he casually walks around the room. He picks up our clothes and folds them neatly. Then he gets our bags and puts them in our room. I hear him shuffling around in there for a minute, then he’s coming back my way with a familiar shaped bottle in hand.
Oh, thank fuck.
He’s got lube.
“Now, Daddy is going to prep you and then fuck you. You’re going to make all the noise you want because I want to hear how much you enjoy my cock.”
My head bobs so fast I’m surprised I don’t wind up with whiplash. It’s all I can do because my words are stolen from me with his words.
He spends the next few minutes teasing me with his fingers.
The buildup is slow as he preps me. I’m not sure if it’s intentional to fill the gap in my refractory time or not, but it seems to work.
My cock is hard all over again. It bounces between my legs as I grip the couch tightly, my breaths heavy in the room.
“You’re doing so good, little one. Daddy is proud of you for taking me so well.”
I hear the distinct sound of a condom tearing open a second later. Waiting for him to press inside me feels like torture. I’m so ready to know what it’s like to have him this way. It’s as if we’ve been building up to this since the moment he woke me up on the plane.
There’s more to this than sex though.
So much more.
But right now, I’m so dick drunk I can’t think of that stuff. All I want is Daddy to fill me up.
His crown presses against me as he says, “Relax, little one. I promise it will feel so right.”
As if by magic, my body does what he says. I let go of the panic and excitement to settle into a content state. And with that, he slides deep in one thrust.
I gasp at the sudden fullness. “Daddy!”
“I know, little one. I know.” He grunts before pulling his hips back.
When he pushes forward again, it’s like a lightning bolt to my cock. I fucking ache with the want to touch myself.
And I would if Daddy hadn’t said to hold the couch. I won’t disappoint him our first time.
Focus, Foster.
Focus on how good he feels.
Focus on how perfect it all is.
Focus on how much you love him….
Wait, what?
I freeze at the thought, my body tightening all over.
Daddy groans from behind me, cursing pouring from his lips as he halts his pace. “What’s wrong, little one? Why did you go tense suddenly?”
Shaking my head, I lean forward to bury my face in the back of the couch. There’s no way I can tell him this. No way I can admit I’m so far deep in this already.
It was supposed to be a vacation experience. We still have the rest of the week and here I am about to ruin it with feelings.
Ughhhhhhh.
“Foster,” Daddy says softly. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? We can stop.”
He moves to pull back, and I cry out. “No! Daddy, no!”
With my plea, he stops moving. The room is quiet for a moment, the pause a valley between us now.
“Please tell me, little one. I’m worried.”
I rise from the couch, then turn my head enough to see him. “It’s just… I realized I might have feelings for you. Like, big ones, Daddy. But I don’t want to scare you away. And they would!”
His worried expression shifts into a big smile.
“Oh, little one. That doesn’t scare me one bit. Daddy has big feelings for you too. I just didn’t want to rush into anything or make you feel like you had to have them back.”
“Really?!”
He nods. “I promise I wouldn’t lie about this. The future I picture has you in it for a long time. Does that make you feel better?”
“Yes,” I reply softly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” he tells me as he shifts his hips slightly.
My mouth drops open with the motion as my eyes try to roll back. His cock is perfect. I’m so glad he wants more of me too because I’m already addicted to him.
“Come here,” he tells me before pulling out of me and rushing toward the bedroom. I follow on wobbly legs. Once we’re inside, he pushes me onto my back. “Need to see you. I’ve been missing out on your reactions this whole time. Can’t take it.”
With that, he dives back into fucking me earnestly. His cock fills me over and over again. The fullness of his length mixes with the perfect pace to bring me right back to the brink of my orgasm.
The man knows what he’s doing.
My body is on fire. There’s no hiding what he does to me.
As my gaze catches his, I see the love I feel reflecting back to me. It’s that look that sends me soaring.
I break apart as my release crests.
Then I’m coming. And so is Daddy.
There’s a lot of cum by the time we’re both done shaking and shouting.
Daddy slumps on top of me, his smaller frame adorable against me. He sighs as his hands run down my sides. It’s not enough to tickle. More like a gentle petting.
I sigh with the touch. “That’s nice, Daddy.”
He chuckles at my mumbling. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Mmhmmm. I like this.”
“What? Me still inside of you?” He thrusts his hips, moving his slowly softening cock inside of me.
I shake my head. “No, silly Daddy. I like this with you. Being close. Snuggles.”
“Ahh, I see. Then I will make sure to snuggle my boy often. How does that sound?”
“Like a dream come true, Daddy.”
“ You are MY dream come true, little one. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”