Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, dippity, dip, dip. It was saucy dinner fun. Ketchup, barbeque, ranch and mustard. Just not altogether. Even thinking about that made my tummy yucky.
“Well, so much for your bath,” Daddy pointed to my chest. “Let me push the cart into the hall then it’s you, Daddy, and a warm shower. Stay there until I get the water warm, please.”
Daddy called me into the bathroom a few minutes later. “Into the shower you go. I’m glad you took the robe off. Are you sure you got sauce in your belly? Appears most of it is on the outside. And on your face and hands.” He soaped up the sponge and started scrubbing me.
“Thank you for everything, Daddy. For my birthday stuff, for taking me to see Mom and Dad and to the beach. Feels like I don’t say it enough.”
“Sweetheart, you say it and show it in all ways. You’re the sweetest, kindest boy I’ve ever known and I’m lucky to be your Daddy.”
I raised up and kissed him. Daddy held me tighter and kissed me harder. Why did it feel like it had been forever since we had sexy times? Guess, maybe it has been. We’d both been so busy with work and trips that we were always seepy. But Daddy never complained or pushed me.
“Let’s finish getting washed so Daddy can give his birthday boy a proper gift.”
“Hidey hole?”
He smiled and shook his head and kissed me again. “We really need a new word for that. But yes, hidey hole.”
I grabbed the scrubby sponge and soaped daddy up, paying extra attention to his winky and making sure its sand free. “There, all clean. Time to get out.”
“Is someone in a hurry to play with Daddy.”
“Yes,” I nearly growled and rubbed my winky against his leg. “Can’t you tell.”
“That I can,” he wrapped his hand around it and squeezed, and I almost came. “Just a few more minutes, my love. Daddy has to wash his hair.”
Stupid hair. Wait, what did Jobe call me? Oh yeah, a cock block. Stupid hair cock block. That didn’t sound right, though.
“Not sure what’s going on in that brain of yours,” Daddy shut off the water. “But hopefully we’re about to quiet it down.”
He dried us both off, then I took off and dove onto the bed face first. Butt in the air, I wiggled it around. “Hurry, Daddy.”
I squealed when Daddy swatted it. “Sassy, sassy, boy.” Daddy nipped and kissed and I got all mushy inside. “What do we have here?” he spread my cheeks. “Look at that pretty pink hole just waiting for its Daddy to be inside.” His tongue swiped and swirled around the sensitive spots.
“Oh. My. God.” No one had ever done that to me before, but I hoped Daddy did it again. “That feels amazing.”
“Does it now,” he speared me with his tongue, the dampness cooling and lighting every nerve on fire. “It’s gonna take more than spit to get me inside, but for now, Daddy is having a whole lot of fun.”
So was I. I could totally come like this and that was the problem. “Daddy, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
“Hmm, maybe next time.” Daddy climbed off the bed then came right back. I figured it was for… “Such a salacious moan from a pretty little boy like you. Does Daddy’s finger feel good?”
“Mmm, hmm.” Daddy never spoke like this before during sex and it was hot as you know what.
“Daddy will have to remember his boy likes a bit of dirty talk. Ready for a second finger?”
“Please, please, please.” It felt so good but still wasn’t quite enough until a third filled me and hit my happy spot. “Oh, Daddy.”
“You feel so good, sweetheart. Gonna feel even better wrapped around my cock. I’ll fill you with my seed, marking you as mine.”
How was this so freaking hot?
“Yes, god, yes.”
“The only question is, does Daddy take his boy like this or face to face?”
“Both, yes,” he hit that spot again. “Ahhh, both. Now. Please.”
Daddy’s fingers came out and his winky, cock, ugh, who cares what it’s called, slid right in. “No coming until Daddy tells you to.” He pulled out and slammed back inside me, rendering me breathless.
