Page 96 of A Little Bit Naughty

“Except,” Daddy wrinkled his eyebrows comically. “Daddy’s cock still needs a little jacket like last time.”

Izzy pointed to the drawer by his bed. “In there, Daddy.” He’d bought them the day Daddy said he was coming to visit. “And I need more lotion.”

“I think you mean glaze. For my chocolate cupcake.” Daddy leaned over to open the drawer. He winced at the stretch and Izzy wished he’d remembered to get the box himself, but then Daddy had it in his hand and was kneeling over him again.

Daddy sheathed up, then squeezed out some more… glaze. His eyes flickered down between Izzy’s legs, then came back to meet his eyes. “Can’t wait to be inside you, baby boy.” He ran his slick fingers along Izzy’s folds, then slowly inched two of them inside. “God, sweetheart. You’ve been keeping such a nice secret for Daddy.”

Izzy bucked into his hand, already wanting more. Daddy was inside him, two fingers buried as deep as they could go, and still giving him that adoring smile. Calling him baby boy. “More, Daddy.”

“Not yet, darling. My cock is too big to fit in your secret place right away. I have to open you up first.”

Daddy crooked his fingers, making Izzy arch up again. Then he set up a slow rhythm, filling Izzy up, but already making him burn for more. “Now, Daddy?”

Daddy’s eyes twinkled. “Your secret place is still making friends with Daddy’s hand.”

“Daddy! They’re already friends. Now it’s cupcake time.” Before Izzy exploded.

Daddy threw back his head in laughter. “Alright, greedy boy. Cupcake time it is.” Daddy withdrew his fingers, but before Izzy could protest, he was making his cock all slippery and dragging it through Izzy’s parts.

“Daddy! Now! Please now!”

Daddy drove it home with one long, slow glide that had Izzy throwing his head back and seeing stars. It burned deliciously.

Daddy let out a deep, satisfied groan, his eyes drifting closed. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so good, baby boy.” He moved out a few inches and then sank in with another moan.

“How good?” Izzy already knew he was driving Daddy wild, but he needed to hear it.

“Sweeter than cupcakes.” Daddy hooked one of Izzy’s knees over his arm, and when he pushed in again, it was like fireworks going off. “So yummy that Daddy might need to put a lot of frosting inside you.” He thrust back in, faster and faster. “Need to fill you all up.” Another surge accompanied by Daddy’s panting breaths. “Both your tight little holes. Until you’re full.”

“Daddy! That’s a lot of frosting!”

“I know. That’s because you’re Daddy’s sweet cupcake. Now show me how you play with your little weewee. I bet you like to make it tingly when you think about Daddy.”

Izzy reached down to touch, his fingers grazing against Daddy’s cock where it entered him. “I do, Daddy,” he admitted. He took himself in between his thumb and fingers, just like Daddy asked. He felt dirty and adored. Strangely shy, but floating higher than he ever had in his life.

Daddy was crashing into him now, rough and hot and eager. He rubbed himself faster, overloaded with pleasure and the look in Daddy’s eyes.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Daddy was looking right down at the place where their bodies joined. “Make yourself all tingly for me, Izzy. Daddy needs you to come.”

“Yes, Daddy!” He was so close, flooded with pleasure and right on the edge of soaring into the clouds.

“Gonna fill you all up, cupcake,” Daddy warned, and then he was roaring out his pleasure, rocking frantically into Izzy’s secret place.

That was all Izzy needed. He exploded into a billion rainbow sprinkles, shattering into warmth and light. He could feel Daddy filling him, or at least he imagined it that way. Daddy was marking him, owning him.

Daddy kept thrusting, carrying him through it like an ocean carries a boat, until they collapsed together on the shore.

Daddy released Izzy’s knee, but he didn’t pull out as he pressed their sweaty chests together. He covered Izzy’s neck with slow lazy kisses. “Sorry, baby.” He leaned back a bit. “Have to pull out.”

Izzy didn’t want to let go or feel so empty. But as soon as Daddy was done tying up the condom, he flipped onto his back and pulled Izzy up against his side.

“Was that good, Daddy?”

“Best in my life, Izzy-saur.”

“Really?” That didn’t seem possible.

“Izzy.” Daddy looked at him seriously, their faces just inches apart. “I don’t think you understand just how long I’ve been waiting for a boy just like you.”