“Oh, could it be both?” Because come on, both custard and brandy butter on the pudding, hell yes.
“My mum is going to adore you.” Perry laughed, shaking his head. “She'll probably want to know everything about you, andI mean everything, that woman has no filters.” I smirked, not voicing that the same could be said about my Daddy.
Daddy ignored my smirk and held another forkful of food out for me. I may have made a bit of a show sucking the lasagna of the fork. Daddy gave me a heated look and a peek down at his lap showed I was having an effect on him.
“Are you trying to seduce me, boy?” Daddy grabbed my chin and lifted my face towards him. His thumb traced my lip. I could feel the calloused pad and gave into temptation and darted my tongue out to lick it.
“Hmm, would that be a bad thing?” I sucked the tip of his thumb into my mouth, aware I was playing with fire.
“Not hungry, Princess?” Daddy's voice was a low growl.
My eyes flicked to his lap, then back to his face. “Not for food, Daddy.”
Daddy pushed the chair away from the table slightly. “Get between my legs, baby, bring your pillow. You're going to be here a while.”
I quickly moved so I was sitting between his legs and slightly under the table. There was plenty of room and had a feeling I wouldn't be moving around much If I knew what Daddy had planned.
“Undo my trousers, Princess, and take my cock out. If you need something in your mouth, then you can make yourself useful and keep Daddy's cock warm.” I sat forward and unzipped Daddy's trousers and moved his silky boxers down until his thick cock sprung free. My mouth watered, and I leant forward and licked at the slit of Daddy's cock.
“No making me come, Princess, just keep me warm.” His hand came down to clasp the back of my head to push my mouth down onto his cock. I opened my mouth wider as Daddy's length slipped between my lips. I tasted his musk and the tang of pre-cum. It made me hungrier, wanting to suck him deeper, but when I did, Daddy tugged sharply on my hair.
“Nah ah, you're just going to keep me warm, Princess.” I pouted but did what he said. Ignoring his throaty chuckle, his hand tightened in my hair, and I was pushed down firmly. I would've sighed if my mouth hadn't been full of Daddy's cock. This was the feeling I'd been chasing. To be of service to my Daddy, my Master. I hummed around his length, feeling content, letting the world go on while I just nestled between my Daddy's legs safe and comfortable. I sucked softly, not trying to get Daddy hard, just for comfort. Daddy's fingers softly played through my hair and I felt like I was floating.
I don't know how long I knelt there but a gentle tap to my shoulder had me opening my eyes and looking up into Daddy's smiling face.
“There's my beautiful boy.” Daddy stroked my face softly.
“Did I please you?”
“Very much so, Princess. So much so that I feel the need to take you upstairs and claim every inch of you.” Oh god, I wanted that so much, but first I wanted to get changed into my new skirt and panties.
“You're going to have to give me five minutes head start Daddy. I want to get changed for you.”
I was pulled out from under the table. Daddy pulled me into his arms. “Don't make me wait too long, Princess.”
“I won't.” I tried to kiss Daddy quickly and extract myself, but he wasn't having a bar of it. He pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. Moaning when his tongue slid against mine was not helping me get upstairs and get changed, but I couldn't say no to Daddy's kisses.
Breaking away and breathing heavily, Daddy released me. “Go, Princess, before I take you over the table.”
I slid off his lap and bolted for the stairs, stopping long enough to grab my presents from Daddy.
I showered and prepped myself in record time. I was super glad I'd manscaped the day before, so everything was smooth. My hole was still slick with lube when I slid up the lacy blue panties. I struck a pose in front of my bedroom mirror, amazed at how sexy they made me feel. I always loved wearing my pretties, but these were the first that had been brought for me. The camisole felt like air when I slid it over the top of my head. Its cut was made for a man and sat perfectly. The final piece to the ensemble was the skirt. I stepped into it and slowly pulled it up to my hips. The full skirt fluttered like a blue wave as I moved.
Spinning in a slow circle, I giggled. I really did feel like Daddy's special princess. A low moan had me looking over my shoulder and I saw Daddy standing in the doorway.
“Spin for me again, Princess.” Daddy stepped into the room, and I spun towards him, only stopping when his arms came around my waist and pulled me to him. I arched back when his hands slid down to cup my arse through the lace and organza and pulled me hard against him.
Daddy kissed along my neck, peppering soft kisses and gentle nips on my skin. “I seem to remember making you a promise, sweetheart.”
“You did, Daddy.” I rocked against him, my hard cock rubbing against the lace of my panties. I was almost certain it would leave a stain on the silky material of my skirt. I stood up on my tippy toes and kissed the column of Daddy's throat. “You promised you were going to flip my skirt up and eat my arse out.” I smiledat Daddy's quickened breath and the way he clutched me tighter. Then lifted me into his arms like I was a feather and strode across the room to threw me down onto the bed.
“Daddy.” I squealed loudly as I bounced on the bed. “Oomph.” Thank fuck Tennyson had made tracks as soon as Daddy had entered the room. He was friendly enough with Daddy, but I secretly thought he resented Daddy taking me away from him. I would make sure to give him lots of affection and treats tomorrow.
Daddy crawled up the bed, his hair was loose, flowing freely around his face. He was fucking beautiful.
“Thank you, Princess, but I am a dim light compared to you.” I blushed realising I'd said he was beautiful out loud. “Turn over baby, I've a promise to keep.” Oh god, the way he spoke. I swore he could make me come just talking like he was.
Daddy's hands were on my hips, and he flipped me over as if I weighed nothing. My skirt was shoved up, and Daddy's hands were caressing my thighs.
