Page 11 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

“Thank you, Daddy.” I hugged the teddy and sucked on the paci.

“He’ll be asleep in the car before we get off this street.” He threw me over his shoulder. “Sorry if he was trouble.”

“That’s, uh, fine. No problem,” Saxon answered.

I waved at my friends, then Drake hauled me out to the rental car. “Good thing your bags were still in the trunk,” he muttered and buckled my seatbelt.

“I tired, Daddy.”

“I know, baby-boy. We’re going to the hotel now.”

It’d been a long time since I was in full little headspace with Daddy. In and out a little, yes, but even in the bedroom, I hadn’t been completely there. I was now. And I didn’t want to let it go.

“I’m not carrying you up to the room, and you probably want to put your paci away.”

“No.” I popped it back in my mouth and got out of the car. I didn’t care. I wasn’t slipping out of my persona.

“Alright.” I could tell from his tone that we would have a conversation about this later. Hopefully, much later.

He got my bags, and I cuddled the teddy all the way in and to the elevators. No one paid any damned attention to me anyway. Fuck them if they did.

In the room, he put my stuff down, and I stripped. “Did you get me this teddy?”

“Yes. I didn’t think you’d bring any of your stuffies, so…”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby-boy. Get up there for your nap.”

It was nearly dinner time, so I doubted I would actually sleep, plus I had something else on my mind now. “Nap wif me?”

He grumbled something unintelligible. He was getting into his grumpy daddy mode, but I knew how to fix that. He crawled up and spooned me from behind, and I wiggled my ass—of course. “Stop that. Nap time.” He put his big, warm hand on my bare hip.

“My peen hard, Daddy.” I wiggled again.

“Mmm…I see. What should we do about that?” He reached around and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few quick strokes.

“Feels so good. How ‘bout a blowie?”

“How about not.”

“Daddy, pweese…”

He grumped something and stood. He took his shirt off, showing me those giant pecs of his and the hair trailing between them. His tattoos were brightly colored on both sides, running over his shoulders. He dropped his pants, too. And he hadn’t been wearing any underwear. “How about you give Daddy blowies. Come here.”

I crawled toward him, eager to give him what he wanted. I licked at the top of his plump crown.

“Uh-uh. Open up.”

I opened my mouth so he could slide his cock in, rubbing it over my tongue. He grabbed the sides of my head.

“Suck me, boy.” His command went straight to my dick, making it leak. His big hands grabbed my head, holding me still, so I was forced to take him. Damn, I loved that. My daddy was so big and strong and could make me do whatever he wanted. Throw me around. Hold me down. Didn’t matter, I loved all of it.

My cock continued leaking out on the bed, making a spot that I was sure was going to leave half the mattress wet. I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to grab my dick and jerk it, but at the same time, I didn’t. I let Daddy take the lead and tell me what he wanted. I trusted him to get me off by the end of it. He always did.

Drake grunted and pulled out. “I need to fuck you. Grab the lube and prep yourself.”

I scrambled to obey, but I didn’t miss him squeezing the base of his cock. I wanted him to come inside me, but that wouldn’t happen. Even after all this time, he still hadn’t committed, and we weren’t ready to skip the condoms. So I found them along with the lube and handed him one. He suited up while I stretched myself as quickly as I could.