just him and me. When he pressed his palms against my knees before sliding his hands up my thighs, I
squirmed. I needed more—needed him.
I didn’t bother to hide my approval when William’s fingers curled around the waistband of my
jeans. “Please, Daddy.”
William chuckled. “Does my boy need something?”
He brushed his hand against the front of my jeans. I let out a whimper as I lifted my hips off the
cushion, chasing his touch, needing him to shove his hand inside my jeans. I wanted to feel the heat of
his palm around my shaft. Wanted to fuck into his fist until I broke apart. He bent down, pressing open
mouth kisses against my zipper.
“Need you, Daddy,” I whined. When I tried reaching for the button on my jeans, William batted
my hand away again.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he coaxed, his fingers just barely ghosting over my aching
erection. “Ask nicely, and I might give it to you.”
“Need to come,” I insisted. “You had me hard all night. Every time you looked at me, I felt my
dick get hard enough I worried it would pop out of my shorts.”
“Naughty boy,” he scolded me. “You didn’t touch yourself, did you?”
“No, Daddy.” I didn’t want to get turned on by the way he affected me when I was little, but my
body didn’t seem to care. If anything, it was that much harder to control myself because it felt so
damned right.
“Good boy. You don’t get to touch your special parts when you’re little unless Daddy says you
can,” he reminded me. I noticed a flash of hesitation before he quirked an eyebrow, silently asking if I
was okay with this shift. I offered him a shy smile, my tongue peeking out between my lips before I
arched upwards, showing him how okay I was.
He began kissing his way up my shaft through my jeans again, and I nearly lost it. I groaned as I
squirmed around on the couch.
“You know what you need to do, sweetheart,” he reminded me. “If you want Daddy to take care of
you, you need to tell me exactly what it is you want. I want to hear that filthy little mouth.”
He reached up, shoving two fingers past my lips. I sucked them, pressing my tongue against his
fingertips, imagining it was his dick filling my mouth. I moaned, sucking harder. Daddy squeezed my
balls through my jeans, and I whimpered. Fuck, that felt good.
