Page 25 of Daddy Defender
Keep it that way.
Henry might be strong, but quite clearly his powers of observation aren’t all that. Without him realizing that I am in fact now fully awake, he carries me inside the safehouse, through the small open plan living area and kitchen, and places me down on the bed.
This is wild.
Despite Henry being one of the bossiest, most irritating men I’ve met, he’s actually taking the time to give me a proper tuck-in, carefully draping a heavy blanket over me as I lie on the bed, my eyes shut but my heart thumping.
Any doubts I had about whether Henry might be a Daddy are fading, and fading fast too…
“Night-night, trouble,” Henry whispers, blissfully unaware that I’m listening and my entire body is reacting to this moment, my cock throbbing and desperate for attention.
I make sure to keep my eyes shut extra tight and wait for the sound of the bedroom door to shut behind Henry.
Three.
Two.
One… open.
I allow my eyes to open, slowly at first—just in case. Good. Henry is nowhere to be seen. It’s super-late, deep into the early hours, and I really should get back to sleep. But being carried into bed by Henry has done something to me… and there’s only one way to work through it.
I shoot a final look over toward the door and see that it’s fully shut.
With that, I reach down to my jeans, unbutton them and wriggle them down toward my ankles. Adrenalin is pumping all over my body as I lick my palm, and slide my hand down inside my briefs.
As soon as I make contact with my rock-hard cock, I feel just how aroused I am.
Henry might be a giant pain in the ass, but he’s got me all hot and bothered tonight, that’s for sure.
“Our little secret,” I say to Poot, who Henry very carefully placed on the pillow next to me just before he left the room. “No ratting me out to Mr. Bossy, okay?”
I let out a little giggle and then moan in delight as my wet fingers grip onto my shaft and begin to tug, pleasuring myself slowly at first but soon working up speed as my thoughts and desires overtake any urge to take things slow.
“Oh… crap,” I gasp, caught unaware as my climax comes up on me at an alarmingly fast rate. “I wanted…mmmmph… longer.”
Before I know it, my hips are bucking up and down, the cover is off the bed, and I’m doing everything I can not to moan and groan so loud that Henry thinks I’ve actually been shot this time.
I bite my lip and shut my eyes tight as my cock shoots what feels like wave after wave of cum up in the air and onto my stomach as I wank myself hard and fast, totally lost in the moment.
All I can see is Henry’s arms, shoulders, and powerful chest… I’m imagining him shirtless, his cock only covered by a pair of tight, black trunks. I want to see what’s inside those trunks, Iwant to put my hands on it, my mouth too—and I want to feel it inside me more than anything else in the world right now.
“I’m done… I’m done…” I pant, doing everything I can to calm myself just a little bit as the final waves of my orgasm wash over me and leave me lying on the bed, my chest heaving, and my darling stuffy staring at me like he’s just witnessed his best friend do something absolutely crazy. “Hey, don’t judge me!”
I reach for some tissues on the side of the bed and quickly clean my tummy up, my thick ropes of cum wiping away as my heart rate slowly returns to something approaching normal.
I giggle and pull Poot in close.
I allow my eyes to close for a second. I won’t fall asleep, not just yet. I need to let my body cool down and my heart rate get back to something close to normal again.
No, I definitely won’t fall asleep like thi….
“Poot?” I mutter, reaching out to feel the soft reassurance that my most cherished stuffy gives me each morning when I wake up. “Is it morning?”
The morning sun sneaks through the safehouse’s dusty blinds, slicing across my face and yanking me out of sleep.
Yup, it’sdefinitelymorning time.
I blink, groggy, my body heavy like I’ve been surfing all night instead of… well, whatever the heck I was doing.
