Page 17 of Night Latch

In the aftermath, as our breathing slowed and our cocks were finally sated, I cradled him against my chest once again. This time, there was no need for nursing because he already had a full tummy of milk. “You okay, sweet boy?”

"Yes. Thank you, Daddy." Preston’s voice was muffled against my skin. “The best.”

"Good boys get good nighttime surprises." And I meant that.

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PRESTON

“Can I have something else, Daddy?” I was fully regressed as I inched up his body so my mouth was next to his.

“What’s that?” Otto carded his fingers through my hair to push back the damp strands.

“A kiss.” My voice went from high pitched and playful to deep and desperate in one second. “If that’s okay with you.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips to mine. It started off sweet and chaste, but within seconds, I was ready to push onto his dick again and take the man five more times.

The warmth of Otto's lips pressed against mine felt like the final piece to a puzzle I'd been trying to solve my entire life. I melted into him as my heart burst with excitement. Our first kiss was magical. It started off tentative but ended up hotter and heavier than I imagined possible.

A million times better than any previous kiss I’d experienced.

His large hands cradled my face gently as if he held something precious. Mine gripped his broad shoulders, even more turnedon by the solid muscles beneath his shirt as he kissed me again. The kiss deepened, and my Daddy tightened his grip just enough to make me feel like I was his. Like he was claiming me.

When the kiss ended, I was breathless and wanting more. So many more. But I was so tired and could barely keep my eyes open, so there was no room for disappointment. Daddy pulled me against his body and cuddled me like he was my security blanket.

"Feels like home, Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He sighed against my neck, and then kissed my cheek. "You are home, baby." I knew he wasn't literally speaking about the four walls surrounding us. He was referring to the intimacy we’d just shared. The connection neither of us saw coming. The love building between us now that the veil of secrecy had been lifted.

Instinctively, I snuggled closer, drawn to the heat of his body and the tenderness of his embrace. Otto’s fingers stroked my hair in a soothing rhythm that lulled me toward sleep. The simplicity of the gesture spoke volumes about his caring nature but was also becoming one of my favorite ways for him to show affection.

My eyes grew heavy as we lay there, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I needed to be on the latch for that to happen. After a few minutes of trying, I lowered down his body and got into my favorite position. The one where I was wrapped around Daddy’s body and he fed me to sleep.

"Otto?" I murmured, half-afraid to break the tranquility enveloping us.

"Hmm?" His soft voice was drowsy.

"Did you ever think we'd end up here?" I traced patterns on his arm absently.

"Not with the lights on." His fingers paused in their gentle massage of my scalp.

Time seemed irrelevant as we lay there, wrapped up in each other, but before I could fully relax, I had one more question. "Otto?"

"Still here, baby."

"Stay with me." I wasn’t just talking about tonight but all the nights. Every night. I wanted Otto to continue to be my caregiver, my protector, my Daddy.

"Always." He probably wouldn’t remember anything in the morning, but that was okay with me. It was enough for me to hear him say it. In time, I’d know for sure if it was true.

I closed my eyes and let the word—the promise—wash over me like a benediction.

The last thing I was aware of was the steady heartbeat under my ear and the gentle puff of breath in my hair. It was a song of safety and love that carried me into my dreams.

That was where I belonged.

In Otto's arms.

In a world where my needs were met with understanding and acceptance, and my wealth was secondary to the closeness we shared.

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