He squished the pillows behind him so he could sit straighter, and I put the tray over his lap. “Start eating. I’m getting mine.” I rushed down and came back with a second tray.
“This is really lovely. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Of course. Any time and I mean that. I love you, Joey, and I want to make you happy.”
“You…you love me?”
I scowled. “Why is that hard to believe? You’re adorable.”
He munched on a piece of toast, but I could see his brain working. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“No, but when you know…” I realized I had zero experience with this. I’d never been in love before. “My heart is full when you’re with me. And I want that all the time. End of story.”
He tilted his head. “I…” He bit his lip.
“Go ahead. How do you feel about us? Now is the time to be honest.”
“I’m always honest. Mostly.” He giggled. “I want this, Daddy. I’m…uh, I haven’t let myself fall. Not all the way. I’m scared too. I’m scared I’m going to love you so hard, and you’re going to change your mind.”
“Oh, honey.” I moved the mostly empty trays of food out of the way so I could hug him. “I’m not changing my mind. In fact, I want to take this to the next level. I want you to move in with me. I want to be your daddy all the time.”
He didn’t say anything, but I felt his heart hammering in his chest.
“Plus, it’s almost Christmas. And I want you here. Help me decorate and make this big house a home. With me.”
“Will you make me a playroom?”
“Yes. There’s plenty of extra rooms. Pick which one you want. I have an amazing decorator, or we can do it ourselves.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You mean yes, you’ll move in?”
“Yes. I’ll move in.”
I tackled him to the mattress and rained kisses over his face and down his neck, making him giggle like a loon. To my ears, it was like the laughter of angels.
He wiggled around, trying to pull away, but I didn’t want to let him. “Daddy, you’re making me hard.”
“I am, huh?” I knew it was true, since I felt his hard cock pushing against my stomach. “What should we do about that?”
“Daddy needs to give me blowies.” He thrust his hips up, demanding attention.
I shoved the blankets out of the way and grabbed the waistband of his jammies. “You made me very happy, Joey. Now my turn.” After shoving his sleep pants down, I grabbed his bare ass, squeezing. “Mine.” I licked the head of his cock before sucking him into my mouth. Pride welled up when he moaned loudly. I wanted to make him feel as good physically as he had just made me emotionally.
Holding him still, I took my time pleasuring him, licking and sucking, until he was squirming and begging to be fucked. “You got it, Joey.” I rolled on a condom before lubing him up and stretching him wide. When he started fucking himself on my hand, I knew he was ready.
Pulling him over me, I lay on my back and situated him above me, poised above my cock. “You want to ride?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.” Slowly, he lowered himself, stopping and starting, easing up and pushing back down, until fully seated. “Feels so good,” he hissed, hands on my chest and feet tucked behind him, slid beneath my thighs.
He used his arms and thighs to push himself up and down on my cock. Watching him was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His dick bobbed in front of him as I watched him take me over and over and over until he panted and his arms shook. Grabbing his cock, I squeezed and stroked, watching his eyes roll back in his head with a moan. As he came, his tongue poked out of his mouth and he shook.
Need and want rushed over me, and I flipped us both over without pulling out. I needed to move, to push into him, hard and fast. I fucked him like a damn jackrabbit, chasing my orgasm until it finally hit, blinding me.
Chapter eleven
Christmas Morning
