the time to read a few chapters of my book after a quick trip to the bathroom to get everything we
might need set out.
“Daddy, I have to use the potty,” he protested when I tightened my arm around his chest.
“You know what to do, baby,” I reminded him. In case his brain was still foggy from sleep, I slid
my hand over the front of his diaper and gave it a squeeze. “You can let go whenever you’re ready
and then we’ll get you cleaned up.”
If he’d been awake, I would have thought my boy was taunting me when he pressed his padded
bottom against my groin. I’d been hard since the moment I woke up, and itwasn’tjust typical morning
wood. Before we got to work, I planned to have a lazy morning in bed, quite possibly ending with
finally burying myself inside my boy’s body.
“You keep teasing Daddy and you’re going to have to show me how grateful you are for your
surprises,” I warned him.
He wiggled around some more. “You like it when I give you morning kisses.”
“I do, but I had something else in mind this morning.” Sammy shot up in the bed, and practically
levitated as he flipped onto his side so that he faced me. “Oh, now you’re awake.”
Sammy cupped my dick, giving it a quick squeeze. I groaned, wrapping my fingers around his
wrist. He was going to get me off if he wasn’t careful, and I was bound and determined that the next
time I got off, it was going to be inside of him. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“That depends on what dirty thoughts are running through that mind of yours.” I twisted around to
get the first surprise for the morning. Yes, there was going to be punishment later, but I wanted to
make sure we got the day off to a good start first. Sammy’s eyes went wide when he saw what I’d
stashed on the nightstand. “Do you want some juice?”
Sammy nodded, grinning as he tried to snatch the bottle out of my hands. I held it out of his reach.
He flipped onto his back, burrowing into my side. He held his mouth open like a baby bird and started
suckling the bottle as soon as it was between his lips.
“Someone’s thirsty this morning.” I combed my fingers through his hair as he guzzled the bottle.
About halfway through, he started wiggling around a bit more. I could practically see him fighting the
urge to relieve himself, even though it’s what we both wanted. I shifted around so I could hold the
bottle with one hand and started rubbing circles around his belly. I kissed the side of his head before
whispering, “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to worry about anything. Daddy’s going to be so proud of
