Chapter 15
Sage
Naked on the bed, with all the candles flaring and the lights outside peeking in, we made love.
Daddy Preston left no part of me untouched.
He made me come twice, once with his mouth and again with his hand.
He cupped my ass a lot. I began to think it was his favorite part of me other than me being the sweet little he never knew he wanted until last week.
And to think it was my baby self that triggered him blew my mind.
Could a person fall in love so quickly? Because as he kissed me and cupped my ass cheeks, I realized this was it.
This was what I’d been waiting for my whole life.
The funny feeling inside me would not go away.
It was like I was hovering over the bed in total euphoria, an out of body experience at the daddy pleasure he gave me.
Preston was a generous lover. How he had remained single at age thirty-five confused me. He was striking to look at, a gentle guy who could take charge, and rich. How had nobody snapped him up before?
We were still getting to know each other. Maybe he had quirks not yet revealed.
Inwardly, I laughed at the thought, then turned over and cried out, “Will you fuck me now, Daddy?”
“Language.”
“Sorry. I didn’t say please. Please fuck me?”
His laughter went right through me in a warm wave. I was giddy.
“We did that last night. Your body needs to rest. We have all day tomorrow for many things.”
“Is that your way of trying to tell me I’ve exhausted you?”
He continued to laugh.
In the morning, Daddy made another bath for me and got in behind me, his hands coming around my arms and washing me all over again while I played.
He’d bought new tub toys. A mini beach ball which I could throw against the wall and catch again, and a boat that when you wound it up it sped in circles before crashing against the porcelain. We had fun.
It was Sunday. Daddy said he didn’t work on Sundays and left his laptop upstairs.
In the breakfast nook, I gobbled down the eggs and toast and fruit he served me. Yummy. He drank coffee and I drank juice from a bright pink sippy cup I’d brought from home.
“I love that cup,” Daddy said. “I never thought about you wanting that.”
I smiled smugly. He was learning. If he kept me and made me his, I’d probably be drowning in new sippy cups by Christmas.
All day we did little, fun keepsake things. In addition to cuddling on his couch with some heavy petting, we went for a walk. Later, though it was too cold to swim, we sat out by his pool and talked for over an hour. We’d become lovers quite quickly. Now we were becoming pals.
We had pizza delivered, all hot and gooey with a soft crust the way I liked it. He insisted on feeding me slice after slice in the living room. The TV was on but I couldn’t tell you what show played. My focus was entirely and totally on Daddy.
Suddenly, Daddy stood up and said, “Okay, enough.”
Enough of what? A slow panic began to seize me. I flinched.
He looked down at me momentarily confused. Then said, “I didn’t mean to startle you, sweetheart.” He reached out his hand to me. “It just that Daddy needs something and it needs to be right now.”
“What?”
“You.”
I immediately jumped up to join him. He grasped my hand and practically pulled me upstairs.
In the blink of an eye, he got out clean towels, condoms and lube. Oh my. I stood watching him, demure with my hands clasped behind me, my ankles crossed. I spoke up.
“Daddy, whatever is all that for?”
He turned to look at me with smirk. “I think you already know. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel good.”
“Then hurry, Daddy, because I’m about to explode.”
“We can’t have that.”
I started to undo my pants. In two steps, Daddy was at my side helping me get them off. Then came my shirt.
When I was naked, he said, “On the bed on your tummy. I can’t wait any longer.”
I jumped amidst all the pillows, bouncing once and raised my backside up for him. I heard him make a helpless sort of sound, like pain. Only I knew he wasn’t in pain. Except for maybe his balls.
“Daddy, I’m so ready.” I reached behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them, showing him what I had. “Don’t wait.”
He made that sound again, only louder.
A rip of the condom package followed by a hefty squirt of lube down my crack and seconds later he was probing me. First with his finger, then the head of his cock.
My own cock was sticking up even at this angle, tapping my lower stomach. My balls were drawn up. I thought I might come pretty fast, so I begged louder.
“Don’t wait, Daddy. I need you to fill me up.” I whined and moaned as he pressed against my opening. I felt the muscles give as he pushed a little harder and then he was in, sliding along my passage all slippery and big to give me exactly what I’d asked for.
I heard a growl as he went in all the way. I moaned, burying my face in one of the fluffy pillows. It felt so good I thought I might die.
Daddy began to move, his hips bucking faster and faster. I nearly screamed when he hit my sweet spot. I came hard, jerking back on his cock, wanting more.
“Coming, Daddy!” I couldn’t breathe and my voice sounded like a squeak.
“Baby, oh, baby,” Preston murmured between groans. “So beautiful. Gorgeous. You’re amazing.”
As he pumped, his hand moved around my hip and stroked the rest of my orgasm from me. My muscles turned liquid. All the shades of blue in existence swirled through my mind.
Daddy gently shook me, still fucking me in and out, hips snapping now. He let out a loud sound and I felt the throb inside me as he came.
“Yes, Daddy, please give it all to me.”
“So good.” He kept repeating those words.
When he pulled out, he tied off the condom. It looked exceptionally full and I was proud. I was the one who’d made my Daddy do that.
I turned over and held up my arms. He turned us on the bed and held me tight as we both rested.
Soon, my hands roamed again. His body enticed me. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. When I discovered his cock was still semi-hard, I pressed the tip with my finger and tickled the shaft. He undulated at the touch. Good. Not too sensitive.
I fingered his balls which made him roll onto his back and spread his legs.
“I’m thirsty.” I pouted. “I’m needy. I want to suck.”
His head lifted about an inch, then fell back. He let out a short chuckle. “Go slow. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
I crawled between his legs and bent down, licking him up and down his shaft. It got fully hard pretty fast, which made me insufferably conceited that I could do this to my daddy and he loved it.
He definitely didn’t behave old. Soon, he was ready to come again. I felt it with my tongue and lips.
I heard him groan again. He kept saying, “Oh baby.” I had him exactly where I wanted him.
I held him at the root until he was pointed at my mouth, then lightly licked the tip over and over. He said a cuss word under his breath.
My own cock poked up in empathy and began to leak precum.
“Okay, baby, you need to suck? You can put your mouth on me now.”
I loved being instructed in bed. I was going to have to bring that up to him later so it would keep happening.
I kissed the wet tip and pursed my lips around it. I sucked and worked my tongue.
“Mmm, Daddy. I love to suck.”
“Then don’t stop.”
I sucked the head for a few more seconds before taking as much of him as I could into my mouth.
“Don’t make me come again yet,” he ordered. “You’re way too good and I want to last.”
I pulled my mouth away with a loud sound, giving another lick to the swollen head. “I have many pacifiers,” I replied. “This one is by far the best.”
“You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?”
I looked up at him, my eyes wide. “Who, me?”
“Only you could make me come twice in a row at my age.”
“Your age? Stop saying that. You’re not old.” I wiggled my tongue over the tip again.
“Ahh, baby. So warm and wet.”
I loved skin to skin. I was glad Daddy wore a condom when we fucked, but I couldn’t wait for the day we wouldn’t use them anymore. If he became my exclusive daddy, I’d insist on bare-backing.
I sucked the head again, remembering to edge him a bit. I teased and stroked and licked until his hips lifted and he was begging for me to suck. “More, more.”
I held him in my mouth until I had to swallow, then sucked down. Up and down. Faster. Enthusiastically noisy.
Daddy’s cock twitched, then spasmed as he yelped and moaned his release. He squirted hard into the back of my throat as I gulped. It was like my baby bottle at home, which I used sometimes, only bigger, thicker. This milk was a treat.
He came hard. I could tell. And it was beautiful.
When his hands rose up to push me away, I obeyed. I knew cock sensitivity. He needed to bask. I licked the tip one last time, eliciting another yelp, then moved up his body to kiss his mouth and let him taste himself. My hard cock pressed against his stomach.
It was such a turn on.
“God almighty, sweetheart. You’ve got a talented mouth there.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
After a minute, he caught his breath. His hands went to my ass and he stroked. “Come on up here. My body is liquid right now and I can’t move, but I want to see you.”
I got up on my knees and straddle-walked until my hard cock pressed at his chin.
He stared at it, then said, “Looks like you need some help. You do the work and I’ll get that swelling to come down.”
“Daddy?”
“Put it in my mouth.” He opened his lips making a beautiful O with them.
I grabbed my cock and pressed it past the soft lips. Daddy sucked it in as I gasped and cried out. Soon, I was pumping into his mouth. He held my ass as I thrust in and out. His tongue went everywhere. His lips sealed. He sucked with all the warmth and wetness a mouth could give.
I didn’t last long, tilting my head back as I felt the orgasm ripple over my spine, down into my balls. Fire trailed inside my shaft. It throbbed a few times and then I was coming, spurting down my beloved daddy’s throat.
I collapsed on top of him. His arms came around me and held me fast.
We fell asleep embraced.