“We’ll get there, but I thought we could both use some cuddles after last night,” I told him. I
doubted this would be the last time he got in trouble, and I wanted to make sure he knew there was
very little he could do that would truly anger me. And even then, I would still love him. But I wasn’t
going to tell him how I felt about him. Soon, but not now.
Sammy hissed when I pulled down the front of his diaper. “It’s cold!”
“Oh, is it now?” My baby boy made it way too easy. I quickly pulled the wet diaper out from
under him and balled it up, tossing it into the garbage can next to my nightstand. I took my time
cleaning him, wanting every inch of him clean. He squirmed when I let my fingers lazily drag through
his folds.
I was utterly fascinated by his body. I loved the way he reacted when I touched him, the way his
dick peeked out as it got hard. I gathered some of his slick, coating two fingers the way he’d coached
me to do when we first started fooling around. I stroked his dick as I crouched beside the bed.
“Somebody woke up feeling needy.”
He whined when I stopped jacking him.
“Do you want more today?” I pressed my finger against his front hole. “Daddy’s been curious to
see how it’ll feel here. Do you want that, too?”
“Please, Daddy,” he begged, lifting his butt off the bed. I pressed a finger inside, slowly fucking
him, curving my finger until I hit his pleasure spot. Respecting how he referred to his body was a vow
to him I’d never break. “Can I have another finger, Daddy?”
“How can I refuse when you ask so politely?” I guided a second finger into his passage. “You’re
so wet. I might not last very long once I’m in here.”
“I’m ready, Daddy. Want to feel it.”
As much as I hated to do it, I pulled my fingers free. I waited until Sammy’s eyes were open
before I sucked the wet fingers into my mouth. “Fuck, baby. I love the way you taste. Get up by the
pillows and spread your legs for me.”
Sammy sat up, stroking my length slowly once I stood. I thrust into his fist, loving how he knew
exactly where to tighten his grip and when to keep it loose. He leaned forward, sucking the tip of my
cock. He rarely went deeper, but what he did was fucking magical.
“I ought to spank you for being a little brat.” I gritted my teeth as I wrapped a hand around the
base of my cock and squeezed. I’d been waiting for this all morning, and unlike younger men, I
