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“And then…” He looked over at his pacifier and then back at me, with his head tilted downward. “Can I suck on you until I fall asleep?”
“You can do anything you want to me, sweetheart. I’ll always give you what you need and take care of you.”
Brody smiled and laid back, giving me room to slide down far enough to take him into my mouth. “I know. But it’s still polite to ask first.”
I chuckled before taking him into my mouth. Within just a few moments, he was shooting down my throat, and then urging me back to my side of the bed so he could get in his position.
It was a bit awkward to get the blankets set up just right, but he managed to keep me mostly covered while lying across my thighs and looking up at me while holding the head of my hard cock in his mouth and suckling it.
It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.
But the moment was as much about him and his needs as it was about mine.
Fortunately, our needs aligned, and his oral fixation worked to my benefit, slowly drawing out a ridiculously long orgasm that seemed to last hours.
Even after I softened, Brody merely curled up tighter, slid his free arm under my thighs like a pillow and continued to suck me as he fell asleep.
EPILOGUE
BRODY
I held my backpack in my lap, passport packed and all my special little stuff safely tucked inside. “You sure you don’t want to check that, sweetheart? It’s a big airport.”
We were finally doing it. Living our lives together and doing all the things I’d always hoped for. And even better than I imagined, Aaron was everything I thought I wanted and more than I’d realized I needed.
Turns out, so many of the things I thought I needed weren’t good for me. And the parts of myself that I’d been scared and ashamed to explore were actually good for me. I didn’t need to be Little all the time…or even most of the time. But sometimes, when I felt sad or down or worried, I had a safe space to explore and give up all of my Big responsibilities, fully knowing my Daddy was there to pick them up and take care of me.
I could finally trust that Aaron was there, and he always seemed to know what I needed when I needed it and how to keep me happy.
I shook my head again, checking my boarding pass for the thousandth time. It hadn’t changed, still Boarding Zone 3. “No way. I brought my best stuff, and I’m not gonna risk any of it getting lost.”
Aaron put his arm around my shoulders, tracing the shell of my ear with his fingertip. “At least let me carry it for you. That way you can get your seat set up the way you want while I stow our carry-ons. By the time I sit down, you’ll be all ready.”
I gave him side-eye. “I know what you’re doing…and it’s working. Not that taking me to the Maldives isn’t enough, but carrying my bag is a very chivalrous gesture that I’m happy to take you up on.”
Aaron kissed the side of my head and plucked my bag from my lap. “You ain’t seen chivalrous yet, sweet boy. But I intend to show you.”
I turned and caught his lips in a sweet but delicious kiss. He’d just spit out a piece of cinnamon gum and he still had that spicy, aromatic flavor on his tongue. It was the perfect excuse to chase the taste and keep the kiss going even longer.
A robotic voice sounded over the speaker. “Passengers in Boarding Zone 3 may now board the plane.”
I pulled back from Aaron and looked at my boarding pass again. “That’s us.”
He smiled and stood up, carrying three bags and still having the ability to wrap his arm behind my back. “Let the adventure begin.”
“It already has. The day you walked into my life.” I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked to the gate. The memory made me chuckle. “I was so trashed that day. I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk.”
Aaron held up both of our boarding passes for the clerk to scan. “Yeah, and hopefully you never will be again.”
“No need to, Daddy.” I kissed his shoulder before stepping away so we could board in a single-file line. The safety and security of being with my Daddy allowed me to feel all the feels and without ever losing hope. And I never felt worthless. Because that was what Daddies did. They made sure we knew we were enough. “Cause you make me feel treasured.”
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