I watched myself move in and out of his body, fascinated by the sight. Jerking him, I felt my own body respond as my balls pulled up tight.
“Do you want Daddy to fill you up?” I asked, knowing I was driving him wild with my questions, just as wild as his answers made me.
“Please! I need it!”
Pushing into him with a grunt, I watched his face as I poured into him, the heat of my cum only slightly hotter than his body. Finished, I kept myself inside of him instead of pulling out, plugging him up as I let him feel the weight of me stretching him open.
“Do you like the way it feels when Daddy fills you up?” I asked, grinding my hips against him, the small motions reminding him of my presence inside his body.
Sensing how close he was, I roughen my grip around his cock, twisting my hand as I moved to give him just a bit more friction.
“I love it!” With a gasp, he slammed his head back onto the bed and froze as his cock erupted all over my hand and his chest.
Letting him go only when I was satisfied I’d drained every drop out of him, I reached down and swirled my fingers through his cum as I slowly pulled my cock from his body. Crawling up next to him, I flopped down on the bed, spent.
Drowsy, Miller rolled over, lifted his leg, and draped it high over my hip. The lace of his shirt scratched lightly at my skin as he lay against me. I dropped my hand onto his thigh, rubbing my thumb back and forth, unable to get enough of him.
“I love you, Daddy,” he whispered, his voice light as he drifted off to sleep.
“Love you too, little darling, love you too,” I replied as I joined him, leaving the mess we’d made for later.
Epilogue
Carson
Several Months Later
I lounged in the booth as the last few stragglers made their way toward the exit. Imagining Miller upstairs in my bed, asleep and waiting for me, I glared at the last group lingering by the door.
Kyle was out sick, and I’d stepped in to fill for him. Miller had kept me company for a while, but the 2 A.M. closing time was too late for him. He had beauty school the next morning so I’d sent him up to bed with a pout around ten. He’d already finished his homework by practicing on the other littles at the club, and honestly, he spent more time at my apartment than he did at his that I wondered how long he’d keep up the charade of having his own place.
Phwwwwwhhhtt Phhhwooooooh
I lifted my head as a sharp wolf whistle sounded through the room. Following Kane’s gaze, I narrowed my eyes on Miller as he skipped across the empty dance floor. He was wearing his short sundress that barely covered his ass cheeks, his pink boots to protect his feet from whatever happened to be on the floor, and his hair was up in two short pigtails. He was a vision for sure, but not in bed as I’d expected him to be.
“Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?” I asked, leaning back in the booth as he approached. “In bed sleeping, perhaps?”
Miller pouted as he climbed into my lap. “But Daddy,” he whined as he placed his hands on my chest. Trailing one down, he tapped a finger against the front pocket of my jeans. “I wanted a treat.”
With my heart racing in my chest, I followed his cues. Reaching down into the pocket he’d indicated, I lifted a brow at him when my fingers encountered something hard wrapped in plastic. Pulling the lollipop out of my pocket, I twirled it in the air between us, wondering how it had gotten there. Suddenly remembering Kane bumping into me earlier, I looked up to glare at him for falling for my little darling’s schemes, but he was already gone along with everyone else.
Turning back to Miller, my cock swelled against the inside of my jeans as I pulled the flimsy plastic off the bright red lollipop and held it up to his lips.
“Here you go, little darling,” I said, my voice heavy with lust as I stared at his lips, imagining them stretching around my cock.
With a happy squeal, Miller opened his mouth and took the lollipop from my hand. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said around his candy as he danced in my lap.
He seemed content with his