Page 36 of Soothed By Daddy
“Ha! Only when I steal the covers.”
“Oh my goodness, Daddy. It’s perfect.” Georgie spun around like Maria Von Trapp coming down a mountain, all joy and twirling arms. “I knew it was going to look beautiful, but I didn’t know it would be this pretty.”
He dashed from area to area, soaking in the entire room. Every now and then, he would whisper a secret to Plummie, tightly clutched in his arms. The daybed, covered with a deliberately faded patchwork quilt, was piled with pillows perfect for snuggling. Georgie let his stuffed animal try out a few different spots to find the best view possible. The TV was hidden in a cabinet that also concealed bins of his soft plastic dinosaurs. With the windows open, the gauzy curtains billowed in the harbor breeze and tangled around them.
“What are you staring at, Daddy?”
“You.”
“How come?”
“I know why I fell in love with you, but I don’t understand how I managed to get you,” I said.
A sweet smile that Georgie reserved for me spread across his face. He reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers at me.
“Daddy, you were easy to fall in love with, but…” Georgie paused for effect, I’m sure, before he added, “The milk on demand helped.”
“Oh yeah?” I stepped forward, using his outstretched hand to pull him toward me. His happy laugh echoed around the room, settling deep in my chest. Being near him made me happy, and all I wanted was to make sure George knew how much I loved him. “What’s up right now?”
Georgie’s smile shifted from cheeky to eager instantly. With a laugh, I scooped him up and carried him to the bed with long strides. He bounced a little on the mattress when I set him down, but he quickly got to his knees, waiting for me to take off my shirt. As I did that, I kicked off my boots and socks. I hadn’t felt the rush of a milk letdown until he mentioned it—but the second he did, my chest was full and aching for him.
“Daddy, you know I love you, right?”
“And not only for my milk?”
“Notonlyfor your milk. The handyman stuff helps too.” Georgie giggled.
“Baby, you’re gonna get it later, but first, I’m gonna start leaking soon if you don’t help me. You started this, so now you gotta fix it.”
I lay back on the pillows and waited for George to arrange himself next to me. He settled on a draped position that left him half on, half off of me. His lips found their way to my nipple, where he gave me soft kisses until a bead of milk appeared on the nub, which he captured with the tip of his tongue. He repeated the move a few more times until I growled deep in my chest.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
My boy didn’t sound the least bit sorry, but he finally fit his mouth properly over my nipple. He teased the tight nub with his tongue and teeth, which was the best kind of torture. What started as a trickle became a steady stream of milk from my chest. I could feel the reflexive swallowing of his throat against my skin.
As he suckled me, I ran my fingers through his hair. Wave after wave of relaxation washed over me. This was my favorite part of any day—the quiet stillness, the stolen moments of us.
Georgie cuddled close and made kittenish noises while he drained the first side of my chest. His mouth was firmly affixed to me, and I had to break his latch with my pinky. After I did, milk dribbled down his chin in a small stream. I gathered it with my thumb to feed it back to him. He captured my thumb to lick off the milk, but he also drew my digit into his mouth. His tongue swirled over the pad, and sparks shot through my blood.
He knew the effect he had on me because he shifted his leg higher so he could rub his hardened cock against my leg. His subtle movements were clearly designed to get both of us off.
“Baby, I need you on the other side.”
My milk letdown had shifted from an urgent need to a desperate one. The need to find relief warred with the equally important need to satisfy each other. George shifted over me, and on his way, he deliberately dragged his hardened cock across mine, slow enough to make sure I felt every inch. If his soft laugh was anything to go by, it wasn’t an accident.
“Daddy, you okay?”
“You know I’m not, dino boy.” Before he latched again, I captured his mouth for a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue. The sweet tang of the milk mixed with that indescribable thing that was all George. I poured every bit of love I felt into that kiss. It was beyond me why I’d ever wanted to be anything but fully immersed in this man’s life.
I was gonna marry this man.
“I’ll help,” George promised after we separated from the kiss.
He latched onto the other side of my chest and drained that side as well. His tongue pushed rhythmically against the tight nub so a steady flow of milk was produced. The pump had done the job, but nothing was better than George’s mouth. As usual, his latch needed to be manually broken. I shivered when a quick rush of air hit my sensitive nub after his mouth was pulled off me. It wasn’t the air though.
It was George. It was always George.
Usually, he was milk-drunk after a chestfeeding, but today, he was hard and ready. With a groan, I shifted George to straddle my thighs, which put our cocks in the perfect position.
