19. ALEXI

Warren made every moment with him special. He gave me the fuzzy feelings, from the way he handed me juice cartons, to the way he let me win on the console fighting games.

Furiously hammering my thumb onto the console pad, trying to attack Warren's player. I was quickly declared the winner. Part of me wondered if he even knew how to play.

Warren clicked his tongue, chuckling. "What's that now? Ten out of ten wins?"

All while Sugar laid in the comfort of my lap, and the comfort of my onesie. My brows sinking in my face. I looked at him with wide eyes. "Can we play the farm game now?"

"You can play any game you want," he said, "do you want me to play as well?"

"It's only one player," I said. "I have it on my handheld one at mine."

"Well, we can go and get it," he said, his hand behind my head, rubbing my neck with a thumb. "I told you, whatever you want, you can have it."

"Chocolate cake?"

He smiled at my question. The dimple in his cheek. "I can put on my shoes and buy you one."

"Homemade?"

"Or I can bake," he said, "you just want to see me in an apron?"

I giggled. "Only an apron." My cheeks turned hot as I looked over him. He was still in his dressing gown. We'd showered, but he hadn't gone through the getting dressed stage yet.

"Could be dangerous," he said. "But if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get." His hand stroking the side of my cheek.

I liked being here; I just didn't know if I was ready to live with him yet. Every single time he touched me, the decision was being made. He gave me a kiss on the cheek as I rubbed the top of my head against him like I was a cat.

"Ok," I said.

"Ok?"

"I'll move in." I stroked the kitten. He purred lightly. "But only if you want me to."

He chuckled, smattering my head with kisses. "Of course, of course. I asked you. And I was being serious."

"Ok." I let out a shallow breath. I couldn't control myself. I was panicking to think about it. This was a big move, and I felt crazy doing it. "But I don't want to be a burden."

"And—and I don't want to push this on you, but if you want you can quit your job and find your passion," he said. "You can stay here, take care of Sugar, and let me take care of you."

I shook my head. It was the last thing I wanted. Well, taking care of Sugar and being the best pet friend was high on the list of things I wanted to do, but being a burden was last. And as much as I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I didn't want to be forced to rely on Daddy so much.

"I'm not going to ask for any rent," he said. "You can pay me in other ways."

"Oh." I giggled, tilting my head and looking at him.

"In hugs and kisses," he said, stroking under my chin. I craned my head forward to him until he kissed me. "I want one million hugs and kisses from the cutest boy." He kissed my forehead again. "That's you," he whispered.

"That's impossible," I said with a voice crack. I cupped a hand over my mouth. "But—" I cupped Sugar in my arms and stood. "If you give me a minute. I can start." I placed the kitten in his bedding.

He slapped a hand against his thigh. "Come on then."

I leaptonto Daddy's lap, straddling him with my knees at either side of him. I immediately mushed my face against his, kissing him.

My hand on his cheeks, against the rough stubble. I continued to kiss him, his tongue in my mouth. The taste of coffee on his tongue.

He pulled me at the waist, clenching me still, holding me down on his lap. Pinned in place. "Third breakfast?" he asked. "You want to take care of this?"

I felt the lump against the underside of the onesie. "I can take care of it—again."

Down on my knees, between his legs. He parted the robe to reveal his throbbing erection. It was bouncing up and down, bowing its pink head at me.

"It's not a cake," he said, "but you can lick the icing." His hand at the back of my head, once more guiding me to his cock. His foreskin pulled back with the glossy tip. I was impressed he was ready again, especially after we'd only both just got clean in the shower.

He was gentle, with every tug and pull. He was sweet, and the taste was equally pleasant. His cock at the back of my throat. I went up and down.

"Come here, baby." He stroked the back of the onesie hood. "Take this off."

On my feet, he tugged the zipper. He pulled it all the way down to see my cock straining against the pink fabric jock. "So, how many is that?" I asked. "I think that's already one million hugs, kisses, and—" My line of sight dipped to his cock.

"Want me to fill you up again like a little cream puff?" he asked. "Make you my little dessert boy?"

"Please, Daddy."

He turned me around, stripping the onesie down my legs. His warm hands cupping at my cheeks. He parted them. The tickle of his facial hair against the bottom of my back. He sniffed hard and deep.

"You like that?" he asked, spreading a hand up my back. "I like it when you wear that tight little jock."

I hummed, breath throttling in the back of my throat. "Yes." The warmth of his tongue pressed against my skin. My back arched, my body tense, my toes curled.

With a wet finger, I felt him caress my hole. Soft, tender, his touch oddly ticklish. I clenched. He liked it when I did that. Around his finger, around his cock. I turned my head to see over my shoulder. He licked at his lips, smiling.

"Come on, cream puff," he said, a hand at my hip, and one turning me to face him. His robe open wide, revealing the chest pillow of hair and the treasure trail map leading down to his cock.

Stepping out of the onesie, leaving it on the floor. I wanted to be a part of him. I wanted him to be a part of me. I craved it.

He lifted me by my hips. I liked to be picked up like this. His touch down my back as he pulled me on his chest. I was in a tight pink jock strap. He squeezed at my cock inside. His fingers twitching. He squeezed harder. He knew if he kept doing it, I'd cum. I couldn't control it, even now after already cumming this morning.

"Slow, baby," he said, tipping at my chin with two fingers. His fingers traced a circle around my mouth. Parting my lips, he forced them inside. "Wet them."

With his wet fingers, he pressed them against my hole. Through a shallow breath, I pressed my bare skin to the soft hair on his body. My chin on his shoulder. A finger inside. He never forced it, always coaxed it in. He pressed with the second. I felt like a walnut being opened.

He kissed my neck. "How does that feel?"

"I'm—I'm ready to be your cream puff."

With one hand at my ass, pulling at a cheek, and another guiding the pulsating warm tip of his cock to my hole. Clenching my eyes closed, I wanted to feel every part of him enter.

"Just the tip," he said, kissing my head. "Relax." He cooed. "Relax a bit."

Easing on his cock, I could only think of the feeling of being opened, being expanded, and explored. Every time, it was the same intense exploration, my cock leaving a growing wet patch on the fabric.

His hands moved to my back, crossing each other as he reached for my shoulders. He pulled me down all the way to the base. He lifted me and pulled me back, sliding up and down on his cock.

"You like that?" he asked. "You want to take all of Daddy's cream?"

"Fill me up," I let out, shallow from my throat. "I'm all yours. Daddy. I'm all yours."

He tugged me harder, pressing me with a passion from his shoulders. "And you're going to move in and be mine," he said, "every night, every night you're going to be all nice and full." His mouth to my ear, nibbling at the bottom of my lobe. "I'll never let you want for anything."

"Fill me up."

"Are you going to cum?" he asked. "I'm letting you." Pushing me to lean back. He pulled at the jock. My cock exploded with ribbons of cum, landing in his hair. He moaned, his intense hold on my shoulder clenching at me.

He filled me up. His cock throbbed. He was a squirty can of cream and I was open wide to receive every squirt.

Third breakfast was done.