Page 38 of A Daddy to Love

He pushed his jeans down, then sat back and dragged them off one leg at a time. His tan wasn’t fake. He was like that all over, all golden brown. He had on a silver chain bracelet that glowed against his skin.

“Daddy,” I whispered. “Ohh.”

His eyes glimmered as he smiled, as his thumbs hooked the elastic of his briefs and slowly slid them down.

I knew it. It had to be. His cock was massive, hard, with a shiny knobbed head. It sprang free and danced for me, the prominent veins as purple as the tip.

“Daddy,” I said again.

I reached out and put my hand around its girth. Like I said before, grabby tonight. When my grasp lifted him, his balls came into my vision, heavy and smooth. I wasn’t the only one who manscaped.

Truce leaned back on his hands and let me explore. “Take your time. All the time you want, baby,” he told me. “It’s another new toy for you.”

I could barely speak, but I managed. “I love new toys.”

His cock throbbed as I ran my hands over every inch. I pressed my cheek to his thigh to get a closer vantage so I could look at all of him as I played. I gently bounced his balls. I pressed the side of his stiffness to my forehead, then all over my face where it burned hotly.

I played and played, not thinking, just enjoying everything I was doing. My own cock dripped for him, the liquid running down the shaft. I squeezed him and rubbed him, using his own precum to make the skin slick.

Suddenly, Truce grunted out a huge breath and grabbed my shoulders. I squeezed his length, pulling up to milk it fast.

He started to pulse, thick white streams shooting toward me. A sacred fountain. I put my lips to the tip to taste him as he shuddered through it. My tongue snaked out and licked right at the bundle of nerves at the back of the head. I’d never tasted a man before. It was all Truce, all Daddy, interesting, natural earthy.

As I licked harder, my mouth closing over the swollen head like it was the best pacifier ever, his hands gripped my shoulders tighter. A burst of liquid filled my mouth. Some of it spilled out.

“Sorry about that.” He sounded out of breath. “How’d that happen, little one? I never nut twice in a row. And usually once takes a bit more friction. I didn’t mean for you to drink me on your first time.”

Well, I did. “I wanted it.”

I pulled off him feeling proud and pushed my PJ bottoms down to my thighs. I pressed my body into his, our cocks meeting, our chests touching, and kissed him. I wrangled my legs around his body until I was sitting in his lap, hugging him. This was a man I thought was out of my league. I’d wanted him the first moment I’d heard men chanting his name. Truce. My daddy.

He pressed his hands against my ass cheeks, kneading them, spreading them. I wiggled closer. “Your turn.”

“Daddy, can’t you feel it?” I leaned back, showing him my cock all pressed to his stomach. It was wet. “I came when I was playing.”

He reached between us to check, his finger exploring. “Yep. You’re wet.”

“Teach me,” I whispered.

“Looks like you’re teaching me some things.”

“No. I mean teach me. All the stuff. What you like. I want to play but I don’t know what I want yet. You never answered when I asked before. Are you going to teach me everything, not just the edging thing?”

“Everything?”

“Yes. And then I’ll know. I can’t tell you what I want until I know.”

He kissed my nose. “You know you want to come.”

“But aren’t there many ways?”

He looked at me, blinked once and said, “Maybe I’ll take you to the club with me. Do you think you would love that or hate it?”

I had no idea. But I wanted to find out. “I want to go.”

“We’ll see. Maybe in a couple weeks.”

We got together every night after that. Always at Daddy’s place. A week passed and he never once said anything about fully taking me. The word “anal” did not come up in conversation. I didn’t ask, either. Maybe that meant I wasn’t ready?