Page 7 of Lakeside Little (Pineberry Falls: Summer Daddies #2)

Daddy Diego made the best burger I’d ever eaten in my entire life. I chowed through two of them so quickly, I would’ve gone for a third, but I had to share, and Daddy had to cook the rest of the burgers.

Around the firepit, I played with Oliver and Malcolm. We played with our toys, creating stories about how they were now the three bestest friends in the entire world. Malcolm was a new fan of my series and told me he’d watched so many videos that he fell to sleep with them on auto scroll.

Usually when I visited Pineberry Falls, I was the odd one out not having a Daddy, and I was sure that would’ve still been the case if I had decided not to book out one of the cabins. They were a little more expensive when I could’ve stayed with Oliver for free.

The night went on for until nearly midnight when Oliver and Malcolm were tasked with the adult job of driving their drunk Daddies home. It seemed like Daddy Diego who was only drinking wine hadn’t drunk too much.

Sitting by the dying firepit in the quiet alone, Daddy came over with a plate of grilled fish and a blanket. He wrapped the blanket around me and sat on the log, almost falling back on it because it was just a log and notorious for not having back support and the ability to roll around.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” he asked.

I nodded. “It was fun.” I held Nory up to him. “She also had fun. She met a lot of new friends, and that was good too.”

“Good, I’m glad. It wasn’t exactly what I’d planned for us, but I’m very happy with how it all happened,” he said. “I also didn’t drink a lot, which is good too because I wanted to have all my thoughts when we were together.”

“Also, Oliver left a bunch of juice boxes as well, so that was nice of him,” I said. “And I don’t think I could drink any of the wine again today.”

Eating into the fish inside of tinfoil with a fork, he revealed just how flakey it was, and my stomach surprised me to feel hungry at the sight and smell of it. I gulped hard, licking my lips. “You want to see how it tastes?”

“Pweese.”

Daddy fed me with a fork, moving it around and doing an airplane as it landed right in my mouth. I was never the first to compliment the taste of fish, but there was a sweetness to this one that exploded with flavor in my mouth. I moaned, a little too theatrically.

“Save some of that,” he laughed. “I don’t want you giving all those noises away for free.”

“I’ll save the good sounds for you,” I whispered, staring into his deep amber eyes as they reflected the glowing red dying burned logs in the firepit. “I wanna stay over tonight. If you want me to.”

“As long as you know you’re gonna need a shower, you’ve been spending a little too long near the fire,” he said, rubbing his thumb against my cheek to reveal a black mark.

“That was soft.”

“I’ve been giving that moisturizer a go,” he said. “And if you’re staying over, we should go make sure all your dolls are tucked in bed and grab your toothbrush.”

I nodded. “Can I have another bite first?”

He airplaned me more of the fish and I was taking back every bad word I’d said about the fishing trip, even if I hadn’t said it aloud.

We finished the fish together, extinguished the fire, and then headed over to my cabin to grab supplies for the night, alongside put all my dolls in their respective beds. There would be no midnight frolicking, they each slept alone. Except for Nory, she came with me. I had to keep an eye on her.

It wasn’t until we were back at Daddy’s cabin when I realized, we were about to see each other completely naked. Unless he planned to bathe in a pair of speedos, which I absolutely didn’t because, A, I didn’t bring them with me.

He started the shower. “You want to get in before me? Or after?” he asked, staring at my blank expression, clinging tight to Nory like she was going to make the decision for me. “Or we can shower together? If you want, I know I’d be able to wash your back, and you’d be able to wash my back.”

I slowly nodded, my eyes widening and a little sore from all the smoke. “I’d like that.”

“Which one?”

Lulling my head and swaying, I pouted. “Together.”

“Good idea, from a good boy.”

He should’ve wrapped me up and posted me right to his front door, because I didn’t know what I’d do when he was gone. And I didn’t need to think about that right now because we were together in the moment, and that’s what mattered.

In the bathroom, we stripped items of clothing from each other.

Starting with our shirts until we both stood in our underwear.

He wore a pair of boxers, while I was always of the belief that I had to keep it tight in a pair of briefs.

Unfortunately, not the briefs with days of the week on them, just the type that were one size too small and hugged my ass and junk very tight.

The marks cupping my ass cheeks and crotch spoke to that.

I was first naked, and I gave him a twirl.

“Ok, cute ass, maybe that’s what I should call you from now on.”

“Call me whatever you want,” I said.

“As long as I call you.” He whipped his boxers off and did a turn for me. He had small patches of hair all over. And there were clear areas of his body that hadn’t seen the sunlight in forever. But his cock was, as with almost all guys a shade darker than the rest of him. I was mesmerized.

“I—”

“Yes?”

“I was just reminded of something.”

“Tell me, don’t leave me hanging.”

My eyes direct him from his cock back to his face. “I remember hearing someone say that you can tell what someone’s tip looks like by their lips, and for you it’s especially true.” His mouth was a nice, pinched peach, and his cock, nestled inside his trimmed bush was the exact same shade.

“You could’ve looked at your own,” he said.

“I know mine is the same, but I like seeing it proved right,” I said, glancing from his lips and down again, then up. I was transfixed by the process of seeing how right it was. It was like a secret.

We got in the shower together, and as soon as the water washed over us, it revealed just how much of the smoke had stuck to our skin as the water turned a brown hue before turning clear.

It was a sweet, tender moment, where I was able to explore his body as I lathered him up with soap and scrubbed him down with a loofah.

He did the same to me, being a little more meaningful on where he was cleaning, behind the ears, under the arms, and my pits.

I was more focused on his chest and how soft it was one minute, and then boom, he flexed and there were strong muscles.

The best part of the shower was seeing how my touch affected him. He had a big erection, but he tried to hide it, and I didn’t say a thing. It wasn’t like it was right between our bodies, and when we were right together, it pressed against my belly, as mine pressed against his.

“Let’s not get too carried away. It’s a bit too slippery in here.”

He had a point; I didn’t want our first intimate moment to be clouded by a fall.

Towel dried and teeth brushed, tasting of fruity mints, I was now officially ready to be explored and to see what else was hiding behind Daddy’s rough hairy exterior.

But the moment we got to bed, I discovered it was not as nice to sleep on as mine. Which was surprisingly not what we were there to do. We laid on our sides, naked, beside each other, his hand stroking my side while I couldn’t stop pushing my fingers through his chest hair, gently tugging on it.

“I never expected something like this to happen,” he said, “so, I—”

“I have condoms,” I said.

“Actually, I bought some earlier at the store.”

“Oh, well, I have them because I like to be prepared for anything.”

He took my hand and kissed it. “I am obsessed with how you see things. You’re prepared, your outlook, your sweetness.

” With each compliment, he kissed my hand and then further up my arm.

“You know, I don’t think I would ever say I was prepared for anything.

And it’s why I feel like I’m chasing after you while you live in your bliss. ”

“I want you to live in your bliss too,” I told him. “And you’re always more than welcome to live in my bliss as well. I heard it gets bigger and better when a little finds their Daddy, and a Daddy finds their little.” I embraced each of his kisses as they tickled up my arm.

At my face now, he kissed me on the lips, swishing his hips forward, we were pressed together.

“Then I want to be in your bliss, deep in it, surrounded by it, under it, over it, consumed by it.” He pulled on my lower lip with his teeth gently, letting go.

“I’m awake now, to what I want, to who I am, and to the boy I want in my life. ”

A deep blushing heat raged within me, bursting out in a shimmy and a wiggle, forcing my chest to his in a moment of breathlessness. I whispered. “Is it me?”

“Yeah, it’s you.” He reached around me, grabbing my ass and pulling me almost on top of him. One leg over his, I was trying to be on him. “And we might not have long left together here, but there’s a reason we met, I just know it.”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“No, but meeting you makes the greatest argument towards it being real,” he said, kissing me. “And I definitely don’t want to question it.”

“Then let me thank you for being a good Daddy to me all day today.” With a hand on his chest, he was easily pressed to his back, and I climbed on top of him.

Sat on his hips, his hard cock up against his belly.

I stared at it before going down it with the tip of my finger.

Throbbing to my lightest touch, I laid across him and kissed him from his lips, all the way down to his belly, where his cock had produced precum in patches of his body hair.

“I should reward you too,” he said, tipping my chin up with a finger, keeping me from what I was about to do.

“Since I’m a good boy, your words, I think I should go first.” My smile consumed me with giddiness, knowing there was no escaping it. I went down on him, licking the tip of his cock, coaxing out precum and swallowing it down like the dessert I didn’t get tonight.

Daddy moaned. His one hand on the back of my head, trying not to push my head down, the hesitation had him pulling at my hair slightly and ever-so gently. His other hand was at his nipple, pinching it. I joined in, taking his other nipple as I finally took his cock completely inside my mouth.

Like a heartbeat, the underside of his cock throbbed against my tongue, and I only used that to fuel my mouth’s ability to deep throat.

This was both of our reward. I went down deep and slowly came up for air before going throwing my mouth down on it again, thumping the head of his cock to the back of my throat.

He moaned, louder and louder, his hand on my head becoming more entwined with my hair before he pulled me away with a big smile and the shake of his head.

“My turn,” he said.

I licked the saliva from my lips. “I’m sensitive. Don’t make me cum.” I flopped from his body and laid on the bed looking at the ceiling.

“Sensitive?” he asked, rolling on top of me. He held himself up from putting his entire weight on me. “In what way?”

“I cum easily sometimes,” I said, pushing out a pout.

He pulled on my lip again with his teeth and let go. “Good boys hold their cum until Daddy says they can cum,” he said. “But since this is Daddy’s first time with you, you get a free pass.”

“I promise to hold it.”

It was a hard promise to keep because the moment he was sucking on my cock, I didn’t know if I’d be able to survive, let alone keep the promise.

It felt like he was trying to fill me up with pleasure so he could drain me of it.

I stared at the ceiling, wishing there were star stickies to keep my mind occupied, and my hands with deep in the comforter covering the bed, unable to pull it free from the military tucking that had gone in to stuffing it under the mattress.

He moved to my ass, pushing my knees to my chest while he demonstrated just how hungry he was by the way his tongue was working around my ass.

“Good boy,” he said, and I near bust my load while he wasn’t even touching it.

“Mhmm, I—I—”

“You are very sensitive,” he said, tickling a hand down my ribcage where I almost kicked a leg out. “I want to fuck you.”

I nodded. My voice fried from the adrenaline of holding my load. I hadn’t done that before, but I always head of people edging themselves, and I’d never seen the enjoyment in it until just right now when I’d been edged to the point of near glory.

In position with my legs at my chest, I was prepared for Daddy, and he didn’t miss.

He applied lube to my ass, so nice and cooling to the heat our bodies had been trapping together.

I was there to receive every single soft touch and brush of his hairy body against mine that kept a more shaved appearance.

The head of his cock pulsed as it went inside me, and I finally yanked the comforter free from the sides of the mattress. He went deep in me after that, slowly swinging his hips in rhythmic pushes as he fucked me, and I accepted each and every cushioned blow to my ass.

Unfortunately, for as long as I’d lasted with him sucking my cock, I didn’t last near half as long with him beating against my prostate, pressing me into cumming and tightening around his cock.

The orgasm left me with instant relief and no more pressure to hold.

Daddy came minutes later inside the condom, and he kept it there in me as he lowered himself to lay on my chest. He kissed me and rubbed his soft scruff against my body as his cock came out.

“I can usually last longer,” he said, kissing me.

“I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”

“You already said you were sensitive.” He rubbed himself on me, mopping up my cum with his body hair. “I’m gonna need to go rinse off quickly, even if I really want to sleep with you all over me like that.”

“You can,” I told him.

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I let either of us go to sleep all dirty. You wait right there.”

I waited about five minutes, struggling to get comfortable. He walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist and a cloth in his other hand. He cleaned my stomach and chest, cock, and ass before helping me into my pajamas, right there as I laid in bed, letting him baby me.

“Princess treatment,” he said, kissing my forehead.

A giggle came out. He knew what that did to me.