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He massaged my hands as he gathered his thoughts. His touch was the only thing keeping my mind from spinning out of control. “Caretaking is a very important part of who I am, just like being little is a part of who you are. It is embedded within us to our core. But you’re right; forever is a long time. People can evolve and change over the years, but you know what’s amazing?”
I shook my head and he continued, “We will have a partner to work through all those changes with. We get to explore and enjoy this life together. And don’t forget, we are meant for each other; a perfect match. If our needs change, they will change together. You will never get left behind, Tatum. I don’t love you because you act or think a certain way. I love you because of who you are, and I always will.”
I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, squeezing hard. I never wanted to let go. I also never wanted things to change; I saw myself playing and cuddling up to Daddy for the rest of time, but it was comforting to know that no matter what happened, we would always have each other.
“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.
“And I love you.”
I felt his affection all around me, but I wanted to taste it. I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his. I opened his mouth and plunged my tongue inside. I couldn't kiss him deeply enough or hold him tightly enough. I needed everything he had, and thankfully, Weldon gave it.
Our tongues twisted and our moans melded together. His flavor danced on my tongue, only fueling my hunger; not for food, only for Daddy. I stuck my hand down his collar, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin.
Daddy slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, his palms spanning across my entire lower back. His fingers pressed into my flesh, pulling me closer, but it still wasn't enough. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I pulled on his collar, trying to remove his shirt, but I wouldn't break our kiss to do so.
He took over, gently pushing me back for a moment. He worked quickly, removing both of our shirts in two tugs. I stood up and pounced on him again. A shiver shot down my spine when his chest hair brushed across my nipples. Wanting more of the sensation, I grinded against him until his moans filled my mouth and I swallowed them down.
Weldon's hands slid down my back, tucking inside the waistband of my sweatpants. With one push, they hit the floor, and then he gripped the tabs of my diaper. It felt out of place, but only for a moment, until I remembered he loved every part of who I was.
When he ripped the tabs and the cotton dropped as well, my hands went into a frenzy, grabbing at the fly of his jeans as he rose to his feet. I popped the button and lowered the zipper before yanking at the denim. His jeans fell, along with his boxers, exposing his long, hard cock. Just like my first glimpse, this one made my mouth water.
My palms itched to touch. I reached out, but stopped to ask, “Can I-”
“Yes,” he replied huskily. Weldon didn't need to know what I was asking; he wanted it.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed as he let out a guttural moan. It felt as if his silky smooth flesh covered a steel rod. I'd never touched another man, but I knew what felt good when I touched myself, so I moved my hand the same way.
I slid my palm up his shaft, drawing out a drop of clear liquid. I covered it with my thumb and traced circles over his sensitive tip. I pulled my gaze from the incredible sight to look up at his face to judge whether I was doing okay. The heat in his eyes took my breath away.
“Don't stop,” he urged, and I nodded, unable to speak. I continued rubbing circles over his tip and wrapped my other hand around his shaft. I pumped him quickly, greedy for his lusty moans.
I gasped when Weldon’s palm gripped my dick. He squeezed and stroked my shaft, and I'd never felt anything so incredible. My own hand could never compare to Daddy's touch.
He pumped harder and faster. Bliss crept over my body and clouded my mind. As much as I didn't want to let go of Daddy; how badly I wanted to keep going as he asked, the pleasure he gave me was too great, and I had to grip the counter to keep my knees from buckling.
I tried to apologize or explain, but I couldn't even catch my breath. Still, Daddy didn't miss a beat. He stepped closer and pressed the underside of our shafts together. He clasped his hand around us both, and stroked us together. Somehow, it became even better.
He rubbed against me and all around me. My eyes ached to close with pleasure, but I forced them open to watch our heads peeking out of his fist and drooling over his fingers. The gorgeous sight, the sound of our slapping skin, moans filling the room, and the feel of his touch was all too good to last.
My knuckles turned white as I clutched the counter. A cry of, “Daddy,” left my lips as a brain-scrambling orgasm tore through my body. My balls pulled so tightly, they felt as if they were turning inside out as I came, spraying white cords over his forearms.
Weldon let go of my cock but held eye contact with me as he lifted his wrist to his mouth. His tongue appeared between his lips, and he licked my cum from his skin. My jaw dropped from shock and lust, and I wondered for a moment if I was going to pass out. But I didn't want to miss what happened next.
Daddy lifted my hand and unclenched my fist before wrapping it around his shaft. He placed his hand on top of mine and stroked. I was grateful; I wanted to touch him more than anything, but I was too blissed out to do it by myself.
His arm muscles flexed with his quick movements. His chest rose and fell in short breaths. And his eyes never left mine. They poured love and longing into me as he grunted out my name.
Warm, white raindrops fell over my stomach and groin. Before I could catch my breath, both of Weldon's hands were splayed across my pelvis, massaging his cum into my skin. It felt incredible, but it took several moments for me to realize, He's marking me. I loved seeing his animalistic side come out, and anything that claimed me as his was great by me.
Once he was satisfied all the fluid was rubbed in, Daddy held me close. He told me how much he loved me and how beautiful and perfect I was. It was almost better than the sexy moment we shared. I could never pick; it was a tie. But what took first place was seeing how happy he was, and knowing he felt good.
He helped me back onto the barstool before reheating dinner. I would have apologized for delaying our meal, but I wasn’t sorry at all. I'd eat cold cereal every night if it meant I could touch Daddy.
But he had something much tastier on the menu; tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. He even cut mine into four little triangles. He gave me the purple sippy cup again, but this time it was full of milk.
It was an easy transition from sexy time to little time. In fact, it was extra nice to get special care from Daddy. It did feel a little funny to eat dinner while I was naked, though. I was comfortable, but I had to be extra careful not to drip soup on myself when I dunked my cheesy triangles.
After dinner, I helped Daddy wash the dishes. He said I didn't have to; that I could play with my dough instead. It was tempting, but I wanted to help him; I liked doing anything together. I was positive I made the right choice when we finished and I got even more cuddles and praise.
