19. Milo

Chapter 19

Milo

He was so naughty.

But I was a good boy and good boys didn't argue with their Daddies.

Nope.

They were polite or they said their colors…so I had to be polite…and that meant I needed to be a good helper and make sure Daddy got the cuddles he needed. So when Daddy got me naked, I reached for his shirt. "Daddy too."

I shrugged when he tried not to laugh. "I'm your good boy."

He let me get him naked and was very fast. "I think I missed part of the logic, but I'm a good Daddy and I'm not going to argue with my boy."

That was my rule.

He was so silly.

"You're naughty." And funny because his smile got bigger and bigger. "I'm the good boy."

Daddy shook his head as I helped him with his pants. "Nope. I'm the good boy. I'm being very agreeable."

Cause he was getting the naughty stuff that he wanted.

Yep, he was naughty, but I was his good boy and was very nice.

Nice boys didn't argue when their Daddies were silly or naughty or naked…and they probably didn't tell their Daddies they were being silly, so I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. You're a good boy."

He laughed as he stepped out of his clothes, wrapping me in his arms and giving me a big naked hug. "Somehow you agreed with me and it still sounded like you were telling me I was naughty."

I was smart too.

"You don't need spanks, Daddy." I shrugged like Daddy did and sighed. "If you don't need spanks, you weren't naughty."

He raised one eyebrow and tried to look very Daddy serious, but he wanted to giggle too. "Sneaky boy."

Yes.

Cheek kiss time and snuggle time and wiggle time.

Oh, Daddy groaned.

I won.

"Naughty boy." Daddy gave me another big hug and patted my bottom. "Cuddle time, baby."

Yay.

More head kisses.

More snuggles.

More tushy pats.

"You're distracting me." Daddy huffed. "Yes, this is not my fault."

Daddy made me naked…it wasn't my fault.

"Yes, Daddy." Kiss. Kiss. "You're a good boy."

He snorted.

I had to giggle and he rolled his eyes. "Yep, you're the naughty boy here."

But I was a naughty boy who was going to get milk and cuddles.

"Up on the bed." Daddy finally stopped my standing snuggles and hopped up on the bed. "Come here, baby."

Bed cuddles.

Yay.

"Coming, Daddy." I wasn't the slowpoke. "I need to make you feel good."

We'd forgot.

Curling up on Daddy's lap, I wrapped myself around him and nuzzled against his chest. That made the milk start escaping and he moaned. "We should've had special cuddle time before we had our date. We have to remember next time."

Daddy liked dates.

He liked showing me off and making me feel special at the family restaurants.

So I had to let him take me out but I had to take care of him first.

"I…" Daddy let out a big, deep breath as I wrapped my lips around his nipple. "That's right."

He shivered and sighed and his arms tightened around me again as I started to suck. "I thought about that about halfway through dinner."

We'd remember next time.

But Daddy'd had my surprise and there was his Grace and there was me hiding from his Grace.

Yep, we'd do better.

I had to take care of Daddy.

He needed me to make him feel good and he needed to cuddle me and he needed to come. I knew that because when I sucked, Daddy's penis said hello…and it was very happy to see me.

But milk first and saying hello second.

Milk was nice, though.

Daddy petted my head and my back, and Daddy kissed my head and made good sounds. "You take such good care of me, baby."

Yes, I was special.

I was Daddy's special helper.

I was his baby.

I made him feel good and he was so…he was so warm and cuddly. He made me so relaxed and he held me so good. He filled my tummy and gave me good hugs. He made me so…relaxed and…and excited and his hands were so…

Daddy's hand stroked over my bottom and he made me wiggle and that made me rub him and that made him groan.

He was so cute he made me giggle and that made me tease his nipple and that made him moan. "Fuck."

He was so funny.

And when he got funny his hands got funny too.

They massaged my bottom and squeezed it every time he moaned, so I wiggled and we went round and round again, so I got even more squeezes. "You're going to drive me insane, baby."

He kept trying to make me giggle.

So I had to nibble on him to tell him he was naughty.

Moaning, Daddy rocked and rubbed his penis against me. "Fuck."

No, that wasn't what he was doing.

So I sucked on him big and then flicked my tongue over his nipple. "Fuck."

He liked that word.

"Such a naughty boy making his Daddy naughty." He was silly. It was his fault he was naughty, not mine. But I was a good boy and I couldn't tell him that. But I could suck and wiggle and show him how naughty he was. "That's…"

Groaning, Daddy shivered when I nibbled on him again. "Two can play that game."

The make Daddy happy game?

Oh.

Daddy chuckled because it was my turn to shiver. "Yes, I can tease my boy too."

His fingers liked to wander.

And wiggle.

And fill me up.

When had Daddy grabbed the slidey stuff?

"Yes, Daddy's good at playing this game too." Daddy was very proud of himself for making me squirm and moan. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby."

He already had but he was trying to be the best Daddy ever.

"I'm going to make you ache and moan." Daddy made another happy sound when I was a good boy and gave him the moan he wanted. "That's right. Good boy."

Being good got me another finger.

So I was even better and clenched and whined too.

I needed…I needed…Oh…he found my button.

"Daddy?" He gave me shivers and I lost his nipple and just rubbed my face over his chest, but he didn't mind. "I…I need…"

"You need Daddy." He kissed my head but instead of just giving me more cuddles, he eased his fingers out of me and picked me up. "Straddle my lap. I know what you need."

Yes.

I was.

He knew.

"Daddy…" My eyes wouldn't stay open as I sank down and he stretched me and filled me. "That's…"

"Sexy as fuck, baby." Daddy's fingers dug into my hips and made me go so slow. "That's right. I'm going to make you feel so good."

Kisses.

Yes, I needed kisses.

Forcing my eyes open, I saw Daddy watching me like I was the best dessert he'd ever seen. Then he smiled and knew what I needed. "That's my beautiful boy."

As I sank all the way down, shivering and moaning, Daddy kissed me and nibbled on my lips, sliding his tongue in to play with mine as I moaned again. He made happy sounds and rocked up, licking me and making me feel like I had sparks inside.

The sparks made me move and it was Daddy's turn to moan as I rocked back and forth and rode Daddy like he was the best toy ever.

Every time I went back and forth, he moaned and pushed up too.

Every time I clenched, he groaned and cursed.

Every time I shivered, he kissed me again.

Then it was my turn to kiss him. I clenched down and his head fell back and I got to kiss his jaw and down his neck as I rubbed his arms and his chest. I made him feel so good that milk was beading at his other nipple when I got closer.

So I pushed Daddy back into the pillows and curled into him to give him a lick. "Fuck."

Giggling, I squeaked when Daddy scooted me down the bed so I was lying on top of him. "Oh."

He moaned when I wrapped my lips around him and started to suck again, loving getting to nurse and being filled at the same time. "Fuck. That's…that's better than I thought."

He was so funny.

And so naughty.

"Fuck." Daddy's hands squeezed my bottom as I tightened around his penis again. "Naughty boy."

No. I was Daddy's good boy.

Daddy had the naughty mouth.

I showed him what a good boy I was, sucking and rocking and licking and riding. I made him curse and groan. He made me whine when he thrust up and found my button. We both moaned and shivered and then all it took was one nibble and Daddy exploded in me.

He rolled us over, thrusting into me hard and fast as he pinned me to the bed. He hit my button every time and then his hand wrapped around my penis.

And then…

And then…

Explosions.

Boom.

Wow.

Daddy was cuddling me and kissing my head when I made my eyes work again. He chuckled as I moaned and wiggled. "There's my sweet boy."

Yes, not naughty.

"I'm…I'm your good boy." But I was a sticky good boy.

"That's right." Daddy knew he had to snuggle me closer and wrapped one leg over me to pull me tight against him. "There we go. Now I have you nice and snug."

Yes.

Because…

Because…

"'Cause you got to keep me, Daddy. I…I have my room and…and my key…and you're…you're keeping me." Yes. "I'm important, Daddy. The…the family restaurant."

"That's right. You go with me to the family restaurants and you have to deal with all the crazy cousins." He sighed but I got another kiss. "You're the best at dealing with them and you've been taking good care of me."

"Because…because you're my Daddy. I don't…I don't have restaurants but you're important and I'd give you restaurants if I had them." I'd never thought about having one. "But I'm…I'm going to share my toys and cuddle you. I'll share Dally…and…and I'll keep you feeling good, Daddy." He didn't like the machines but he liked me.

"You make me feel wonderful, baby." Kissing my head, Daddy rubbed my back and made happy sounds. "You make me feel important and you let me take care of you."

"You…you make me lunch, Daddy." No one had ever made me lunch. "I like it when you take care of me."

"I love taking care of you." Running his hand over my head, Daddy made another happy sound. "I love you, baby. My boy. My partner. My sub. I love all the wonderful pieces of you and our relationship."

"You love me, so you're going to keep me." Yes. No giving me back. "And I love you, so I'm going to take care of you."

In lots of ways.

So many ways.

All the ways.

And I was going to tell him…in a…once I…