“Thank you.” I nearly went cross-eyed staring at his dick as I lowered my head. He cried out
when I wrapped my lips around just the tip, sucking gently, dragging my tongue over the tip.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Don’t worry about taking all of it,” Daddy instructed me. “Press your
finger a bit lower.”
That surprised me. I didn’t think Daddy would want me playing with his ass, but I was good at
following instructions. Because I couldn’t be bothered to find the lube, I didn’t push my finger inside
his hole, but what I was doing must have been enough. Daddy tapped me on the shoulder before lifting
his hips off the bed. “Fuck, Sammy. I’m gonna come.”
I nodded, never taking my mouth off his dick. Daddy fisted the sheets as he thrust into my mouth
again. His dick erupted with spurts of thick, bitter cum. It wasn’t the best flavor in the world, but I
swallowed it, worried he’d think I was rude if I spit it out.
His dick twitched against my hip as Daddy pulled me over his body. “That was the best wake up
ever, baby. Do you want me to help you out?”
“No, Daddy. Last night was for me. This was just for you,” I told him. Before he could insist on
returning the favor, I hopped out of the bed. He’d made a comment last night about how there was no
tally on who took care of the other more. Daddy needed to practice what he preached.
10
Theron
It was hard to believe how fast time flew when I was with Sammy. He came to my house straight from
school every day he didn’t have to work, and it hadn’t felt odd at all to give him the passcode for the
garage the first time he’d gotten home before me. He fit there, and it meant the world to see him
settling in. My house, which had been four really expensive walls and a backyard I rarely took the
time to enjoy before him, was transforming into a home with his building blocks in the corner of the
living room and his cups and plates in the cabinets.
Overall, I couldn’t have been happier.
But there was still the issue of needing to talk to William. Part of me resented him because I
wasn’t used to having to clear things with him before our relationship progressed any further, but I
was grateful he’d accepted that role in Sam’s life for a short time. It was what Sam needed and, at the
end of the day, that was all that mattered.
In an ideal world, all three of us would have sat down to talk, but Sam was adamant that it not be
