Page 3 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

Drake tilted his head back and forth. “Maybe. I think we’re all a work in progress right now.”

Donny and Kay jumped around excitedly, sometimes racing, and sometimes cheering for the others. I wanted to fit in with them. I wanted to show Drake that we could all be friends and that I could be part of his world.

Drake led me back to our room, but I suddenly felt nervous. “Am I in twouble? You mad?”

“No. Kay and Don were responsible. But it’s been a long day. How ‘bout we order in some food and have a quiet night? Tomorrow is going to be an exciting day.”

“Sounds good. But first…” Hell, if I weren’t in trouble, maybe I could entice him into some fun. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts in two quick moves.

Drake was immediately interested. He narrowed his eyes and took a few steps closer, reaching out with grabby hands. His dark beard had started growing in; looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. It made him look sexy and dangerous. He wrapped those long arms around me, pulling me up to him, and I threaded my fingers through that long, thick hair.

“Guess I don’t have to ask what you have in mind, do I?”

“Nope. But less clothes for you too, Daddy. Take ‘em off! Take ‘em off!”

I was enamored with how dangerous he appeared, but he was a marshmallow on the inside. When he peeled off his jeans, those thick, muscular thighs that said he never skipped leg day in the gym, had my mouth watering. I needed to get my hands on him.

He walked me backward to the mattress and gently pushed me down. He moved over me, our cocks brushing. “Fuck…Daddy…”

His laughter bordered on maniacal, making me wonder what he had in store for me. I found out quickly when he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed my ankles. I loved being manhandled; it was part of the appeal of a big daddy. And once he had me where he wanted me, he dove in, licking my rim and spearing his tongue inside. He hummed while he worked.

“Goddamn, Matty.” He looked up my body when he came up for air. “You make me so fucking hard. I’m going to fuck you…ugh.”

He moved quickly after that, grabbing lube and condoms and putting both to use. By the time he was satisfied that I was stretched enough to take him, he had turned me into nothing but a big bag of horny need. “Want you inside me…”

“Shush, boy. I’m in charge.”

“Oh God. Daddy…”

He grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, harder than I would have liked. “No coming until I tell you. Understand?”

Oh hell. We hadn’t ever played like that. Not to that extent. “Yes, Daddy…” And now I was imagining him putting me in a cock cage and all kinds of other wild things that I’d never thought I’d like or would even try. But with Daddy Drake? Hell yeah. I was in for it all.

But in this case, he stuck to what was in front of us. He let go of my cock and tapped his head against my hole. I pushed against him until his head popped through. We’d fucked before but he still seemed huge. He positioned his legs on the bed and slid in farther until I’d taken all of his giant cock.

Drake moaned loudly. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You, yes…move…”

“Cheeky boy.” He might have complained about my mouth, but he did move. He started fucking me hard, pushing my legs up to my shoulders. “So bendy.” That was my dancer training—flexible to the maximum and putting it to good use.

“Daddy, please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

Drake pushed forward and leaned down, taking my mouth in a brutal kiss with clashing teeth, winding tongues, and slobber dripping down my cheek. I moved to wipe it, but he licked a stripe up my face instead. He pulled back and fucked me even harder. Then he started grunting. “Come now. When you can. Stroke that cock, baby-boy.”

I reached between us, grabbed my dick, and took a few strokes. The way he pounded my prostate, it wouldn’t take much. It creptup on me, tingling everything…then…sparks. Best light show ever. I shook as I came down, and Drake was coming, pushing into me. I wished we hadn’t had a condom between us, but it was necessary. For now, but that would change if I had anything to say about it.

Drake got a cloth to wipe us down before crawling back in bed. He pulled me up to him, but I went more than willingly. I rested my head on his boulder-sized pec. It wasn’t extremely comfortable. My man worked out, and his muscles were rock-solid—literally. I rolled to my back, but stayed close, and tossed my leg over his.

We’d never really done the pillow talk thing, but we also hadn’t spent this much time together before. “Drake. Thanks for letting me come on this trip with you. It, uh, means a lot.”

He kissed the side of my head. “I’m enjoying having you here.”

“The guys feel kinda like family. It’s nice, you know? I don’t have that anymore, and sometimes I miss my mom.” I was estranged from the family after failing to live up to their expectations.

“Mm…I know what you mean. I miss my mom too, but I hardly knew her.”

“Knew? Oh, what happened?” I shuffled to my side so I could see his face as he spoke.