Daddy was getting nice and relaxed and…awake, which I was counting on. Daddy deserved a goodnight sleep and a special treat. His chest was no longer poofy, but something else was.
“Little boy, where are you…Oh.” Daddy quieted when my lips slid over his binky and down the shaft. “Jesus, Tae.”
Sweet Daddy was gone, replaced by naughty Daddy. It had been too long since I sucked on my Daddy’s binky. I loved the way it felt sliding in and out of my mouth. He gripped my hair, guiding my head just the way he liked it when I sucked him. The slight bit of pain had me grinding against his leg. Making love was great, but sometimes a rough and quick orgasm hit just right.
“Tae, Tae, Tae,” Daddy chanted. The more he chanted the harder I got. There was just something about bringing out this side of my Daddy that was so freaking hot.
Normally calm and laid back, he was anything but that right now. My sneaky boy side was having fun, sliding a finger over his balls and down to his… “Naughty boy.” Yup, that was it. I giggled around his cock and Daddy thrust up hard and gagged me. “S-Sorry.”
I wasn’t.
I tickled his balls, gripped the bottom of his shaft and licked and sucked the tip until he growled my name and came down my throat. And like the good boy I am, I swallowed it all.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, grinding harder, faster against his leg until I finished.
“Thank you, my love. Daddy needed that.”
“I know. What is it you always say? Oh yeah, you don’t have to thank me for taking care of you.”
“Smart-ass.”
“Yup, but I’m the smart-ass who loves his Daddy.”
12
CHUCK
“Hurry up, Daddy. The kitties are waiting.” We hadn’t been up more than twenty minutes, and he was ready to leave.
“Sweet boy, we haven’t had breakfast.” Wait, was he already dressed? Ugh, time to get up and deal with this.
Today Tae finally got to bring Oreo, Twinkle, and Simba home. They were little demonized balls of fur and absolutely perfect for my boy. He’d bought doubles of everything for them. One set for home and one set for the cabin. The cats had beds up north before we did.
The top-of-the-line cat carrier took up most of the back seat in the truck and the smaller, more portable one, sat on the floor. It was lined, had a big fluffy bed, and a secure place for a small cat box. He’d even bought collapsible food and water dishes to use in it. Those three felines were spoiled rotten, and we didn’t even have them yet.
Every weekend we went up north to help Oscar and Trey with the cabins. In the morning, I’d drop Tae off at Judy’s, then pick him up at lunch time and grab food for all of us. The portabletrailer was being removed today since the new mattresses for the beds were coming up with Tae and me for our cabin. From then on the four of us could stay in it while we worked on the other two cabins.
Oscar was really getting into furniture making and made the bed frames and headboards for the three bedrooms in our cabins, plus had started on the living room furniture. Next he’d tackle a dining table. With our cabin nearly done, he’d put Trey and I to work finishing the interior of Momma’s cabin, which she knew nothing about. The plan was to surprise her with it when we all came up here for the holidays. I only wish Dad was here to see how far we’d taken Ashwood. He’d be proud, I know that without a doubt.
My father was a kind man with a nurturing soul. He always saw the best in people and loved to share his knowledge with others. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
“Tae?” Everything we had staged in the kitchen to load into the truck was gone. “Did you load everything up?” There were several large, heavy boxes.
“Yup. We’re ready to go get my kitties now.”
“Sweetheart, we haven’t eaten and Daddy needs coffee.”
“Already made and in the truck. We can pick up breakfast along the way. See,” he held his hands up and grinned. “Easy peasy, let’s go.”
I definitely wasn’t awake, let alone caffeinated enough for this.
By the time I grabbed my wallet and phone, Tae was already in the truck and buckled in.
After I re-situated and secured the load he’d pretty much just tossed in, I joined him. “I just don’t know what to do with you today.”
“Nothing to do, Daddy. I already did it all.” And he was damn proud of himself for that.
The Taj Mahal of cat carriers covered the back seat. My boy and his Stitch merrily sang along with the radio up front and into the driver’s seat sat one very tired Daddy.
