forced my face all the way to his pelvis again, coating my hand as Daddy’s cum filled my mouth.
As soon as William pulled out, I hitched my arms around his legs, tugging until he flopped onto
me. I couldn’t breathe, but that had nothing to do with the weight on my chest. Nothing was ever going
to be the same again.
“We should get you to bed,” he whispered as he combed his fingers through my hair. “And you
deserve a reward for being such a good boy to your Daddy.”
“I…um…” My cheeks flushed scarlet. I did not want to admit to him that I’d already come.
William leaned back, pursing his lips as he looked down at my glistening cock. “I warned you not
to touch yourself. You do know I’m going to have to punish you now, right?”
“I couldn’t help it!” I protested. “You were fucking my face and talking dirty to me. Did you really
think I wasn’t going to bust a nut?”
“Control, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead. “I know you want to feel good, but you have to
trust me to take care of you. Let’s go to bed and we can talk about this when we’re both rested.”
Great. Now I’d have to worry all night about what sort of punishment he had in mind. “Yes,
Daddy.”
He led me into the bathroom and lifted me onto the vanity, spreading my legs wide. I moved to
cover my dick, stopping abruptly when Daddy glared at me. I watched as he turned on the water,
allowing it to warm up while he grabbed a washcloth. Never in a million years did I imagine this
would be my life. Sure, tonight was like all of my fantasies rolled into one hot as hell experience, but
fantasies never came true. Now that I knew what it was like to have a Daddy to take care of me, even
when that meant treating me like his personal whore, I wasn’t sure how I was ever supposed to lock
up all of these feelings.
“You okay?” Daddy asked as he gently wiped my face. I closed my eyes, sinking deeper into
relaxation as he got me ready for bed.
“I’m great,” I responded. It wasn’t totally a lie. I felt like I was flying. Unfortunately, I was also
anticipating the inevitable crash. “Just tired.”
“I know you are, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I hadn’t anticipated all that when I
asked you to spend the night with me. We’ll talk more about it in the morning.”
“Do we have to?” I whined, squirming on the polished countertop.
“Yes, we do,” he insisted as he lifted me off the counter. I expected him to put me down, but
