21. Leo

Chapter twenty-one

Leo

M y Daddy was rimming me so well I was afraid I might come in my pretty new jockstrap if he kept it up. I got him a matching one, and was excited to see him in it, but a single thought kept circling back to the forefront of my mind.

Isaac was my Daddy.

He wanted me as his boy for more than the bedroom. Isaac was everything I wanted and more, because I never could have dreamed up a Daddy as perfect as him. He was smart and funny, caring and attentive, and he came with an adorable little girl.

All of my worries about buying gifts and where I stood vanished when Isaac asked me to be his boy, and he was working on clearing my head of every thought I’d ever had.

“You taste so good, baby.” Isaac kissed my hole, then mouthed over where my jock was tented and a wet patch had formed. “My favorite little treat.”

“Can we get naked now, Daddy?” I begged, dying to see his barrel chest and tattooed arms as he drilled into my body.

“Yeah, baby boy, we can get naked now. Take off your top, but leave the jock,” He instructed, standing from the bed to undress. I followed his instructions and kneeled while I waited for him to finish.

Seeing his Daddy body bared to me, the fine black lines of his body art accentuating the muscles on his arms and the dark hair on his brown skin leading straight to his thick cock, I wondered if he’d ever let me top.

“See something you want, baby?” Daddy asked, and I knew I’d been caught ogling. But I was allowed to, right?

“Your cock, Daddy,” I decided honesty was the best policy. I could ask him about switching things up another time. I’d prepped when I showered, and I had one goal in mind. “I want you inside of me.”

“Mmm,” Daddy hummed in agreement, getting onto the bed to kneel in front of me so we were face to face. “My little boy wants to be full of Daddy’s cum?”

“Yes, please,” I nodded like I was already cock drunk. “Fill me and claim my hole, then plug me to keep you inside, Daddy.”

“Gladly,” Daddy growled and snagged my waist. The next thing I knew, he had his back to the leather headboard and I was straddling him. His cock lined up with my hole and I tried to press back onto the head. “Wait, baby. I need to stretch you.”

“Nope, I came prepared,” I gestured to the plug he’d tossed onto the night stand.

“If you’re sure?” Daddy asked, and I could hear the strain in his voice to hold back. But I didn’t want him to hold back another second. Between the lube I squirted up there and his rimming, I was more than ready.

“Now, Daddy,” I insisted, reaching back to spread my cheeks.

Daddy relented, moving his hand lower as I let gravity do most of the work. I sank onto his length slowly, wanting to feel every inch as he stretched my hole. He fit perfectly, filling me up as if he was made for me.

“Fuck, baby,” Daddy groaned when I bottomed out.

We shared breath and lazy kisses as I got used to the stretch. It didn’t take long before I started lifting to get more friction. If I had it my way, I would have Daddy’s dick in my mouth or ass every day. Preferably both. Could we sleep like that?

Daddy grabbed a hold of my hips and started to thrust, making me grip onto his shoulders for balance as he thrust up to meet me each time.

“So good for me…fucking amazing…love your hole, baby boy,” Daddy murmured, keeping up a string of hot compliments that only brought me closer to the edge. When I reached to push my jock down, Daddy batted my hand away and took my dick in hand. “That’s my job, baby. Let Daddy make your little dick feel good.”

“Yes,” I cried out when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my wet slit. Bouncing on Daddy’s dick, I was getting him in my hole each time I went down and thrusting into his hand on the up movements. It was heaven. “Gonna come!”

“Come for Daddy.”

His throaty command pushed me over and I came so hard it hit my own chest. Daddy thrust up into me and I blasted again, the mess landing on his hairy chest.

“Mine,” Daddy roared as he thrust up into me and held me there.

As I watched Daddy’s orgasm roll over him, I felt his cock swell and throb in my hole. I imagined his cum filling me and my dick let out another spurt, dribbling over Daddy’s hand where it still gripped me.

His fingers dug into my hip, and I secretly hoped I had bruises. I wanted Daddy to mark me as his, inside and out.

When Daddy was cradling me in his arms for a post-sex bubble bath, I reveled in the blooming bruises. Daddy had me count them, giving me a very thorough inspection that led to his sucking me off before tucking me in bed.

A boy could get used to being treated so well, and I planned to wake Daddy up with the best blow job ever.

Christmas Eve

After discussing it with both Daddy and my sister, we decided I would spend Christmas Eve with Daddy, then go with Cam and Nacho to my parents for Christmas Dinner. Daddy was taking Dezi to visit his Pop, and I wasn’t ready for my family to meet my older man yet.

What we didn’t expect was Dezi learning how to climb out of her crib and find her way into Daddy’s room on Christmas Eve morning.

“Daddy? Wee-O?”

“Sweetheart?” Daddy replied sleepily. “What are you doing in here?”

Yeah, I might have woken him up in the middle of the night with my mouth on his cock… Still, I thought he locked the door, but then I remembered Daddy getting me a glass of milk afterwards. He must have forgotten.

“Chwis-mas!” Dezi cheered, climbing onto the bed and throwing herself onto my chest, which I wasn’t expecting.

Also, we were naked. Daddy looked at me with sheer horror, likely a mix of his little girl being big enough to get out of her crib and also no clue how to get her out without exposing us.

“Morning, sweetie,” I smiled at Dezi and pushed her curls back. “Do you want to open presents?”

Dezi sat up, her elbow digging into my ribs, “Pwesents?”

“You get presents if you’re a good girl,” I explained, sitting up to place her between Daddy and I. “Good girls go on the potty, wash their hands, and brush their teeth real well. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Wee-O,” Dezi nodded earnestly and slid off the bed, racing out the door.

Daddy hopped up to close the door when we heard the fan turn on in the bathroom down the hall. He leaned against it, cupping his cock like he was trying to hide even though she was gone.

Grinning at his surprise, I tossed the sheets off and stretched. “Thank you, Daddy. We should probably throw on pajamas, because I’m guessing she will be done in about two minutes.”

“Right,” Daddy nodded and grabbed pjs before slipping into the bathroom.

He’d cleared out a drawer on my third day in a row staying over, and I was giddy at the gesture. When we were both dressed and standing at his door, with the sound of little feet running up and down the hall, Daddy stopped me and pulled me into a hug.

“I may be the Daddy, but you are so good with her.”

“It’s easy when she’s such a great kid,” I replied and he pulled back to cup my face.

“I mean it, Leo,” Daddy used my name, so I knew he was serious. “Along with that little girl, you are the best thing to ever drop into my life.”

“I feel the same about you and Dezi, Daddy,” I told him, my heart nearly bursting with happiness.

Daddy dropped his mouth to mine with our last few moments alone for the day, and I poured all of my feelings for the man into our kiss. When Dezi started knocking, Daddy took my hand in his and unlocked the door.

“Merry Christmas, baby boy.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”