5. Dexter

Chapter 5

Dexter

He was fucking perfect. There was no doubt about that. His eyes were closed, and I could see goose bumps forming, so I pulled back his covers and slid him onto the sheet before tucking the comforter in around him.

“There you go. Nice and warm.”

He rolled onto his tummy and looked up at me. “Sleep with me, Daddy.”

Fuck. My cock thickened even more as I pulled the blankets back on the other side. “For a little while. Until you fall asleep.” I was still only in a towel, so I held it in place as I slipped in beside him. “Should I turn off the light?”

He nodded and cuddled closer to me, nuzzling against my chest. “Mmm, you smell good, Daddy.”

I reached back for the lamp switch, moving my nipple right under Avery’s lips.

His tongue popped out and swiped across it, and he gasped. “You taste like milkies, Daddy. I need milkies.”

“Daddy has milk for you, honey.” I turned off the light and ran my hand through his damp hair. “You can drink it as much as you want.”

He licked again and then closed his lips over my nipple, sucking hard. I felt the moment my ducts released and flooded his mouth with my warm milk. Avery moaned and sucked harder, humping the mattress while digging his fingers into my sides like a baby kitten kneading his mama.

I kept my hand on the back of his head, massaging his scalp as he drank from me while grinding harder and faster against the bed. Despite the change in his hip action, I knew exactly when Avery came because he sucked my entire areola into his mouth, holding the swollen flesh between his tongue and upper palate as he rode out the orgasm.

I started to understand why he wanted a diaper to come. It certainly left less of a mess in his bed than the alternative.

Avery sighed and pulled off for a second. “It was even better than my dreams.”

“Yeah?” I brushed his hair back from his forehead. “What dreams are those?”

“Of you being my Daddy. Your milkies are better than a bottle.” He rolled to his side and slipped his hand down the front of his diaper. “Was I a good boy for you, Daddy?”

“Hell yeah, you were.” I ran my hand down his hip and cupped his cotton-covered bottom. “You were the best boy. Perfect.”

He hummed and scooted closer to me, resting his head on my arm and his lips on my chest. “Thank you for making me feel good and warm.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” I pulled the covers up and made sure he was fully covered. “Get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

It was still early, so I waited until Avery was in a deep sleep, and then I slipped out of his arms. There was a stuffed Santa on his sofa, so I put it where I had been and hoped he wouldn’t wake up.

The first thing I needed to do was dry my clothes, so I wrung them out in the tub and hunted down Avery’s dryer. As I explored, I found his laundry room, so I tossed my clothes in the dryer and tightened the towel still around my waist. While I had some time to kill, I snooped in Avery’s fridge. It was nicely stocked with juice boxes, milk, veggies, and fresh cold cuts and cheeses. Everything needed for breakfast and lunch. Then I opened the freezer and found his dinners. Frozen nuggets, fish sticks, french fries, and cheese sticks.

Avery definitely needed a Daddy.

I just hoped that in the morning, he felt as strongly about it being me as he did when he fell asleep. Because my interest in making him my little boy wasn’t going anywhere. And when I stepped into his playroom and took a really good look around, it only got stronger.

He didn’t just need a Daddy. He needed me. And holy fuck, did I need him.