super far away. I knew Ihadto wear big boy clothes when I went to school and work, but I could
barely feel the weight of his palm on my junk. I lifted my hips as Daddy flicked open the button on my
jeans and lowered the zipper. He slid his hand inside my undies, pressing his palm against my dick. I
lifted my hips higher, needing the friction. “Oh, someone’s trying to be naughty now. Do little boys
who try to get themselves off get to feel Daddy’s cock or his mouth?”
“No, Sir.” I dropped my bottom to the floor. “But you were teasing me, and it made me tingly.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Daddy laughed, then pulled down my jeans and my undies. “And maybe we’ll
do something about that tonight but, right now, I don’t think that’s what you really need.”
“It is!” I insisted. For a while, I’d thought I was broken because even going on T hadn’t made me
horny all the time like some guys talked about. Then I met Daddy and I realized it was because I’d
never truly understood what raw, primal need felt like until him.
Daddy shook his head as he unfolded my diaper. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. I hated
it when Daddy didn’t listen to what I wanted.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart,” Daddy warned me. “If you do, I’ll think you’re tired and
we’ll go upstairs for naptime.”
“I’m not tired, Daddy. I’m needy. It’s been forever since you put your cock in me,” I whined.
Okay, so it hadn’t beenthatlong, but now that I was getting filled up regularly, I got grumpy when he
didn’t do things for more than a couple of days. And right now, I needed to feel close to him. There
wasnobetter way to do that than to have him inside of me.
“It’s been three days, and I warned you what was going to happen if you tried telling me you were
all done with your homework when you weren’t.” Maybe having a Daddy was overrated. When I’d
gotten stressed about how much I had left to do and deadlines flying up on me, Daddy had given me a
choice. He said we could either work out a plan so I didn’t feel overwhelmed or he could talk to Jack
about me taking time off to get my work done. That was so not an option because I needed the money
and because I didn’t need my Daddy talking to my boss for me. “I’m hoping you had time to do
today’s work before I got home because you need lots of snuggles tonight.”
“I’m close,” I admitted, thinking about how much time I’d spent staring out the back windows
while I tried planning out what I should say to my parents so they’d be adequately warned about my
relationship before they got to town, how I was going to tell Daddy they were coming, how he’d
react, and then messing around chatting with Maverick. “Maybe I could finish it in the morning?”
