Page 21 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

A squeal came from upstairs, followed by padding feet down the stairs. And Matty streaked through the back of the kitchen, hands over his head and into our room.

Gonzo laughed and went into his room, which was at the front of the house. Finn’s was across from his, but he didn’t go in. He clapped my shoulder. “You are in so much trouble with that one.”

“Fuck off,” I grumbled back.

Tank snorted and headed to the back of the house. His room was also at the back, across the kitchen from mine. He opened the fridge on his way. “Anyone else hungry? We have steaks thawed.”

“Ohh…grilling time!” Finn clapped his hands, but I needed to ignore them and tend to my bratty boy.

I went inside my room, locking the door behind me. “Matty?”

“Daddy!” He jumped up and down on the bed, hands over his head. Still naked.

“Stop it.”

He dropped to his ass. “Sawry.”

“Are you going to get a spanking tonight? You’ve been interrupting me at work all day. And we have a rule about naked time.” Since finding him starkers at his playdate when I picked him up, I put the hammer down on taking his clothes off.

“No, Daddy. No spankies.”

“I don’t know. You can’t pull shit like this again.”

He shook his head. “No, Daddy. I’ll be good. I’ll keep my clothes on. But no bodies were home.” He held a hand up.

I wasn’t going to have it. “I think you get spankies, Matty. To help you remember. I don’t care who was home; outside of this bedroom is public space. Anyone could have shown up. One of the guys. The housekeepers.” Because that was something else that I hadn’t expected, but Jinx didn’t want us to worry about cleaning when we needed to knock this album out. “My work is important. You can’t blow my phone up like that.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Then he smirked at me, the demon. “Talkin’ about spankies makes my peen hard, Daddy.” He was indeed hard now.

I had no choice. I threw him over my knee and gave him two swats that weren’t terribly hard but still left a blush of pink on his perfect little ass. I squeezed his cheeks and damn, now I wanted to fuck my boy.

Matty moaned. “I’m so hard now…”

“Well, what are we going to do about your hard little peen?”

“Daddy…I need blowies.”

“Do you now?” I chuckled, but seeing those texts from him all day had me ready for playtime. I manhandled him around and lay back on the bed until he was over me. “Don’t move, Matty. I don’t want to drop you.” I used his hips like handles to move him around, and push and pull his dick in and out of my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue.

“Daddy…” He made all kinds of sexy noises, but he didn’t wiggle. “Make me come…”

I applied more suction, moving him faster until he finally came, pouring down my throat. I didn’t give blow jobs often, but Matty sure as hell made it fun. When he finished, I eased him down to the bed.

“You’re so strong.” He rubbed his hands over my biceps. “You want blowies? Or…”

“Both. Give me your mouth first.” I knelt up and pulled his head to my groin. He licked my balls and up my dick, until he opened his mouth and took me in. He started bobbing and sucking, but I stopped him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Hold still.”

He grunted and obeyed immediately. I thrust in and out. As much as I wanted to fuck him, the wet heat and suction of his mouth was doing the job. I grunted and stilled, pushing as farinto his mouth as I could until he gagged. Then I exploded, hoping I wouldn’t choke him, but he swallowed, like a trooper.

“You’re going to be the death of me, kid.” I fell back on the mattress.

“Kid? Huh…”

“Shush, before you get more spankies.”

He lay beside me on the mattress, wrapping one leg over mine. I didn’t want to move, but my growling stomach said otherwise. “Come on, Matty. Let’s grab some food.”

“Okay.” He jumped up and thankfully put on a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.