Page 27 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

That was a good plan. I nodded and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Who knew how long I napped. I only knew that Daddy woke me up in the best way—with his mouth on my cock. He’d yanked my jeans down, and I barely stirred, but when that hot, wet mouth covered me, I moaned loudly and peeked open an eye.

Spitting my paci out, I moaned again. “Daddy, you’re better at blowies than me.”

Drake popped off and propped his head up with his elbow on the mattress. “And just how the hell do you know that?”

I snickered. That image was funny. As if. “Just guessing.” I winked at him. “Now, where were you?”

“Saucy brat.” He grabbed me, pulling me over his knees, and I took advantage of the position to kick my pants off from around my feet. But he didn’t spank me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He rubbed my ass with his strong hands, then spread my cheeks. “Mmm…”

“Daddy…” I needed him to do something, anything. “My peen…”

His answer was to flip me over and stroke my cock. It wasn’t comfortable, but at least his attention was where I wanted it.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” He tossed me up on the bed. “Get that fine ass up for me, boy.” The only thing I lovedmore than—well, at least as much as—the manhandling was thecommanding.

“Yes, Daddy.” I scrambled into place. “Tell me what to do.”

Drake actually laughed as he searched in his toiletry case. When he returned to the bed with his treasures in hand, he swatted my ass, dropping the lube and condoms on the bed. He was full of surprises. He spread my cheeks again and dove in face-first. He speared his tongue in my hole, making me squeal.

I had no control as he took what he wanted, and I loved every second of it. My rough, demanding Daddy added a finger alongside his tongue, quickly moving to the stretching part. He used lubed fingers to get my hole where he wanted it. “Want to ride me, Matty?” He shoved me over, stretched out on his back, his thick thighs spread a little. “Come on.”

“Sounds fun.” I climbed over him, and he grabbed my waist, helping me get positioned. I lined his cock up where I wanted it, then I sank down on him.

Slow. Slow. All the way.

“Ride me, baby. Come on.” He slapped my thigh, just enough to sting.

I grunted and moved my hips. Soon, I was riding him for all I was worth, and Drake called out encouragements. “You’ve got this. Do it. Way to go. You move…ugh…Matty…make Daddy come.”

Damn, I wanted that orgasm, but the feeling was elusive, just out of reach yet so close I could fucking taste it.

Drake thrust up when I came down, driving his cock harder inside me. I worried this would go on forever, but finally, Drake flipped me over, pushed my legs up damn near my ears, and railed into me. “Fuck, Matty, Damn. Can’t. Even. Makes…crazy. Fuck you every…damn…like this.” His words were spaced out and didn’t make sentences, and I wondered if he was actuallymissing some of them. I didn’t care though, as long as he kept hitting my spot like that.

Right there…

When I grunted, Drake slid his hand over my cock, squeezing and turning, and…

Blessed relief coursed over me in a flood as I shot off, coming hard.

Drake nuzzled the back of my neck. “You see stars, baby-boy?”

“Yeah…” I swear that word came out in five syllables.

“Me too.” I hadn’t realized he’d come too. I’d been too far gone.

Drake pulled out slowly, and I sank to the mattress, not even moving when he came back and cleaned me up. I didn’t think I’d be able to move again until it was time to go to the airport, but then my stomach growled. Loudly.

“Come on, then. Let’s eat.” He nibbled on my ass cheek, making me giggle.

“Don’t eat me up, Daddy.” I laughed harder. I had the sexiest Daddy in the world, and he was so much fun.

We loaded up the rental car to take us to the airport and headed out, and I thought it would be a quick trip over to Harry Reid, but we passed the exits. “Uh, where we going?”

Drake squeezed my knee. “Wait and see.”

“I hate wait and see. Tell me.” I bounced in my seat, which made Drake scowl. But he didn’t tell me what was going on. My eyes grew wide in surprise as we ended up at Henderson. That was the private airport. When we pulled up, a service tookour bags, and we were directed to a private lounge to wait for our flight. It was comfortable and classy with rich colors of cinnamon and mustard.