Maybe I should look into why I like the idea of my boy covering me with his milk, but bukkake is a real thing, and cum is far more disgusting than milk.
Whit sits up now and pulls the front of his jammies from his chest. “Daddy?”
“I’m almost done. You can wait a little longer, big boy.”
“But I don’t want to get in trouble for wasting your milk.”
“You should have thought of that.” My voice sounds just a touch evil. He huffs and knocks over his tower of blocks. “Don’t throw a fit or you’ll be using your pump,” I threaten.
“I’m not!” he rushes to explain and starts building another tower. “It’s the game I’m playing. You have to build it before you knock it down.”
“Sure.”
I let him stew for a few more minutes, and then the brat gets smart. He gets down on his hands and knees with his ass facing right toward me.
Fuck, that ass is perfect. I just want to sink my teeth into it, or my dick, which hardens fully at the view. It wiggles enticingly.
You know what? I’m not the one being punished, so why am I waiting to get what I want?
“I’m going to get things ready.” I stand and adjust my dick. He watches the move and licks his lips. “Soon, babe,” I promise and leave the room.
If he’s going to leak as much as I suspect he will, I’m going to need to put down some towels or something. So I grab all of my fluffiest towels and cover most of the bed with them before pulling the flat sheet over them. Then I grab Dicky and put him up by the headboard so Whit can grab him. I’ve noticed that he looks for him when we have sex. I’m not sure why, but I like the way he looks snuggling with his bear while I fuck him hard.
With a shiver of want, I undress and lie on the bed before calling out to Whit.
“Come here, boy,” I call, and he runs into the room. His eyes widen as he watches me stroking myself. “You want to sit on this dick?”
He nods frantically, but then frowns. “But I’ll make a mess if you don’t drink from me first.”
“I’m counting on that. I even put towels down for you.”
“You want me to leak?”
“I do.”
“But it’s embarrassing.” His cheeks flush, but I can see his dick tenting the soft fabric of his pajamas.
“And that’s your punishment.”
He groans and runs a hand down his body to grab his dick.
“Bend over and prep yourself.” I toss the bottle of lube to him.
“I’m still good from this morning,” he complains.
“Two fingers and some lube,” I say sternly. “I’m not going to hurt my boy.”
He grumbles something about loving the sting, but I’m not going to let him tear his hole. That means more recovery time before I can fuck him again, and he isn’t one to wait.
The needy boy pulls down his butt flap and bends over the end of the bed.
I can’t see what he’s doing from here, but I know when he gets the first finger inside. His needy whines and whimpers are like music to my ears.
“Daddy, I’m good.”
“Alright,” I warn. “But if you’re too sore for more fun tomorrow, that’s on you.”
“I’m good. I’m good. Please?” he begs.
