Page 37 of Soothed By Daddy
“Baby, get yourself out. I wanna see that pretty cock of yours.”
George wasted no time. He shoved his shorts aside and pulled out his dick. He wasn’t huge, but damn, he had a perfect one. Just the right thickness, sweet balls on the base, a flushed peachy pink with a darker head with a hint of a curve. Damn, he had a perfect one. Like I’d specially ordered him from the dick store.
“Daddy, I want to see you too.”
Without hesitation, I unbuttoned my pants with one hand and slipped out my dick. My other hand cupped and cradled his balls. With a little work, I managed to shift enough to get the little packet of lube out of my wallet. George took the packet from my hand. He opened it with his teeth and then drizzled it across both of us. It was a bit of a mess, but that didn’t matter. Bedding was made to be washed.
I captured our cocks with one hand, keeping George steady with the other so he wouldn’t be bucked off. It was nearly impossible to keep my hips still. I needed him too much. I jacked us a few times, and we both gasped at the friction.
George laid his hand over mine and intertwined our fingers. Each touch pushed us nearer to the edge, but I wanted us to jump off the cliff together. Every movement brought us closer to that point. My skin tingled beneath the touch of his fingers. The lubricant helped smooth the way, but it wasn’t enough to completely soften the sting of friction.
“Baby, I can’t…” My voice trailed off as a whole-body shudder overtook me. It was a struggle to hold back my release when sparklers and fireworks threatened to explode inside me.
“Daddy, I wanna see you come,” George answered.
His words tipped me over the edge without warning. I couldn’t contain my shout when cum spurted from my cock and spilled over our hands. George used it as extra lube, and in a few strokes, he joined me. With his head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut, he looked sexy as hell.
George wasn’t the most conventional of littles, and I wasn’t the Daddy of anyone's dreams, but together? We worked so goddamn well.
“Daddy,” he gasped, “how do you do this to me?”
“‘Cause I love you. Only you.”
“Me too,” he whispered, like it was the easiest truth in the world.