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“Yes you do, silly boy. How about milk and cookies while Daddy showers.”

“Yay! Cookies!”

“How do you have the zoomies with no sugar in you?”

“Pure ‘citement, Daddy.”

“Pure something, alright. Have a seat, cookies are on the table. I’ll grab your milk.”

Daddy got me all situated and left to shower and by the time he got back I’d been a good boy and cleaned up the mess.

“What a good boy you are. Go pick out your story while Daddy locks up.”

I had other plans that didn’t include a story tonight though.

“Um, Sprite. What happened to your clothes?”

My hands flew through the air. “I don’t know. They just fell off I guess.” Even though I’d almost ripped them when I stripped down and flung them across the room.

“Silly boy, what are you up to?”

“Nope, this is a naked only bed, Daddy. Off with your clothes!” I used the worst Red Queen’s voice I’d ever heard which totally sounded better in my head.

“Bossy naked boy.”

“Sexy naked daddy.” I patted the bed. “Here.”

“Hmm, why does it suddenly feel like Daddy’s no longer in charge?” Laughter bubbled and boiled over. “What’s going on in that naughty mind of yours.”

Comfy, with my head on his chest, my fingers trailed along his tummy muscles and down his happy trail. “I want you to make me yours, Daddy.”

“Aren’t you mine already? And I’m yours?”

“In all ways, Daddy. You and no one else ever again.”

“Baby,” Daddy’s breath as he uttered that single word tickled my lips. “I’d be honored to make you mine in all ways.”

Simple kisses rapidly heated but all the only thing on my mind was how great it was going to feel when Daddy came inside me.

Marking me. An act I’d never allowed another to do.

I was cautious when I hooked up and made sure I was tested at least once a year, just in case, but always insisted on condoms. The past week while I was in Vegas I had an appointment at the clinic and with a negative report, I was ready for Daddy and me to go without them. No barriers between us.

“Daddy.” Had I meant to say that? It was hard to think when his lips hit the fun spots. “Yes, right there.” But I guess that was the point. Good feels without thoughts.

My hands roamed as far as they stretched, but I wanted more. I wanted to touch my daddy and make him feel as good as I did. “Daddy, can’t reach.”

He chuckled but relented and rolled over. “Have at it, sweet boy.”

One and done’s didn’t provide for a lot of experience, but I knew what I liked and tried the same on Daddy. Ooohhh, nipples. I wiggled my tush then nibbled and sucked. Daddy growled and squeezed me tight. I could get used to this, sucking away while he read my bedtime stories.

“Careful boy, that’s a direct line to Daddy’s cock.”

Good to know though it didn’t stop me. I wanted Daddy as riled up as I was. Foreplay was great and all but tonight was about sexy, sexy, sex.

“Daddy, can I ride you?”

He groaned again, whipped the bedside table open and grabbed the lube. “At this point, you can pretty much do anything you want to me, Sprite. As long as it includes me buried deep inside that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Ohhh, grown up time came with dirty words. Daddy got naughty when he was horny. Who knew little ‘ol me held so much power.

Or did.

Until daddy’s finger circled my rim and the tip popped in. That shut my brain right up. Actually, scrambled it a bit.

But not for long.

I hadn’t realized I’d been riding his fingers until the third one tried to sneak in and I paused, adjusting to the stretch.

“Take is slow, sweetheart.”

Nervously, I chewed on my bottom lip as he worked it in, moaning when he hit that special spot. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”

“Save those words for when you’re riding Daddy’s cock.

No coming until then.” His fingers, his lips, his teeth—it was all too much, and Daddy knew it.

He slid his fingers out, slicked up his cock then realized an all-important question.

“Can I come inside you, baby? I haven’t been with anyone in years, but I still get tested at my annual physical. ”

Though I wanted this—badly, I still blushed. “Yes please. I got tested while I was home. I just want it to be me and you, Daddy, with nothing between us.”

Daddy’s lips mashed into mine and he gripped my hips, firm enough I knew I’d proudly wear Daddy’s marks for a few days. Little by little, I pressed down Daddy’s cock. His girth was a bit more than three fingers, but I knew he’d make it all better soon.

“Jesus, so tight.”

Snark nearly came in the form of asking Daddy how he knew that, but I held back—only just. Killing the mood with a joke would’ve ruined the whole night.

As I opened my eyes, Daddy kissed me. “Are you okay, my love?”

His love.

I was better than okay. “Yes, Daddy.”

I rose up and slammed back down, working through the pain, which quickly subsided.

Tonight was a big deal for me, and I hoped Daddy realized that.

For the first time, my demisexuality landed me the perfect partner who turned me on without the aid of anything more than being himself.

Daddy did it for me in all the ways that counted.