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When I finally opened my eyes, streams of morning light cast the shadows out of Stef's huge and luxurious bedroom, giving it a soft glow. A smile crept on my face and welcomed the cool breeze coming from the open balcony.

My eyes sleepily scanned the bedroom and my mouth opened and closed like a fish. I gawked at the elegance and simplicity of Stefan's room. It's kind of a shame that I spent almost a day here yet I didn't have time to examine the bedroom. I was just so preoccupied with Stefan that I forgot everything. My hands went to my face out of embarrassment and groan inwardly.

Stefan's bedroom color scheme is easy on the eyes and so him, settling for shades of white and blue. Antique furniture graced the room and what I love the most is the four-poster bed. It's so soft and bouncy, I never want to get up. Outside the balcony is a wide estate covered by trees and well-trimmed grass. So that's where the fresh air came from. I wonder if Stefan has a maze and horse stables? That would be amazing.

I woke up feeling lighter than usual, and it's really a good feeling. It just goes to show how much emotional burden I have resting over my shoulder. Now that I have Stef, I felt relieved and relaxed. Speaking of Stef, where is my daddy?

My brows drew together and my lips protruded. I sat up in a rush, forgetting the sensual happenings yesterday. After two hours of rest, Stefan and I went at it again. That time, we took advantage of the mirrored wall in the bathroom and the plush carpet of Stefan's bedroom.

Just thinking it was enough to burn my cheeks and my member twitch in excitement. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I am acting wantonly. I winced and gasped when my ass demanded attention, throbbing and pulsing with a numbing pain, and my legs trembled when I tried to climb down the bed. Instead of hurting myself by being stubborn, I just sat back down and sighed.

My hips hurt and my privates are sore, but I can't complain. It's proof of how much Stefan desired and starved for me. I giggled at the thought, not noticing that Stef was leaning on the door, staring at me with eyes full of amusement and adoration.

When I finally saw Stef, a wide grin stretched on my lips. "Daddy! Daddy!" I excitedly cheered, bouncing up and down the soft mattress, only to be held back by my sore ass. I hissed and groaned at the forgotten soreness. With a pout, I made grabby hands to Stef, wanting to be coddled.

Stefan chuckled and stalked towards me, giving me the opportunity to soak the utter hotness of my daddy. Stefan is wearing a white shirt but the thin fabric was futile in covering his flexing muscles. He paired it with gray sweatpants and I almost drooled when my gaze went to the huge thing settling in between daddy's strong thighs.

How it impaled and pounded my abused and swollen entrance, and how it made him scream, beg, moan, and wet. So, so wet. My hole clenched and my stomach twisted into knots. Oh god, this has to stop. My sinful eyes should stop ogling Stefan.

I snapped from my fantasy and beamed at Stefan when he happily picked me up and let my head rest on his shoulders. Stefan tightened his embrace on me and I hummed in approval. "Daddy, good morning."

"Good morning to you too, baby. How was your sleep?" Stefan walked towards the open balcony and sat on the plush sofa. I leaned back to take a glance at him. "I slept well, but I'm sore," I answered with a pout and a playful squint in my eyes.

Stefan's eyes widened, agape. After a few seconds, he guffawed and his laughter resonated throughout the bedroom. I just huffed and waited for daddy to settle down. He has been making a hobby of making fun of me. I am not a clown. "I'm sorry, baby. Can you get any more adorable than you are now?" He asked in a tone full of amazement and fondness that made my cheeks warm.

I bit my lip, trying my hardest to contain the giddy smile. "How can you spout embarrassing things? You're making me blush, and my heart is pounding in my chest like someone is having a rock concert over there," I mumbled, my cheeks getting hotter by the second. Stefan hummed and gave me a peck on the lips, earning a surprised gasp from me at the sudden contact but nevertheless, giggled and beamed at him.

"Yup. My baby is getting more gorgeous by the minute," he replied and his fingers softly caressed my cheeks, making my heart race wilder.

"You're very handsome too, daddy," I managed to counter shyly, looking at him under my lashes. He is so attractive, and so bright for me. I'm happy that he chose me too.

Stefan grasped his chest and closed his eyes. "Ah, my baby boy is growing up so fast. Complimenting his daddy. I'm flattered you find me attractive, baby," Stefan whispered huskily over my ears and licked the sweet spot there.

I had to fight the mewl that wants to bubble out of my throat and succeeded. My eyes turned to the enormous estate in front of us and frowned. "Daddy, where are we?"

"We're at my private estate, baby. I also had an apartment back at the subdivision but since I only use it for sleep, not much is there. So, I decided to bring you here. I want you to be comfortable, baby," Stefan explained and I nodded in appreciation.

He is truly sweet, prioritizing my comfort and safety. When my stomach grumbled, Stefan chuckled and ruffled my hair. I rubbed my angry tummy and looked at Stefan with puppy eyes.

"Is my baby hungry?"

I nodded. "So hungry, daddy. Bacon, please," I requested and pressed my lips on his cheeks with a wide smile. The crispy, slightly greasy and savory deliciousness is one of my weaknesses.

Stefan just gave him a look full of amusement and laughed a little. With my arms and legs wrapped finally around Stefan like a koala, we headed to the kitchen where my daddy displayed his amazing cooking skills.

Stefan set down honeyed bacon, with fluffy, creamy pancakes topped with strawberry jam, some strips of chicken tenders, a mix of sliced fruits, a mango and banana smoothie, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. He also added fruit tea to the table just in case I want some. I had to bring my fingers to my chin to check if I was drooling.

"Go on, baby. Dig in," Stefan smiled and placed my cutlery in front of me.

"Thank you, daddy." I picked up the fork and knife, sliced the pancake, and brought them to my mouth, while Stefan was waiting patiently for my review. I hummed in appreciation when he tasted the creamy and fluffy goodness. "So delicious, daddy! It's so fluffy and creamy, it melts in my mouth." Stefan smiled so wide I want to pat himself on the back. Oh my goodness, the bacon-- so crispy and full of flavor-- everything else is so good it makes my heart swell.

I reached for the fruit tea and gave Stefan a thumbs-up, making the man chuckle, his green eyes lighting up with amusement. Stefan prepared a lot but I decided to finish everything, as thanks for his efforts. "Thank you for the food, daddy."

Stefan nodded pinched my cheeks and put the dishes in the sink. Stef washed the dishes while I stayed put, as instructed by my sweet daddy. I tried to volunteer to wash the dishes, but Stef strongly refused. My baby is a prince. Let me do all the work, was what he said that had me blushing all over again.

When Stefan was finally done, he walked towards me and I swallowed the lodge in my throat, staring at Stefan that is now brushing my curls, asking me if there's something I want to do.

Stefan's efforts truly moved me. For the past few days, my tummy was only fed by fast foods and instant ones. I was afraid to eat out at restaurants because someone might recognize me. Thinking about it made me shudder. I was so deep in my thoughts that I did not notice that Stef has been calling out my name.

I lifted my gaze and I was met by Stef's worried ones. "Baby, is something wrong?" His voice was filled with concern and his fingers brushed the side of my drenched cheeks. I was not aware that the tears were falling. I tried to swallow the sob that wants to crawl out of my throat but failed. My hands reached for the hem of Stefan's shirt and pulled my daddy closer.

I buried my face on his firm chest to muffle my cries. I am safe. No one can hurt me. When Stef wrapped his strong arms around my slender body, I came undone. All of the things buried deep in my mind-- fears, sadness, and insecurities-- burst out, exploding in the open.

I told him everything.

The fear and anxiety eating my system when my parents passed away. How I had to pull myself together during my parent's funeral. That no matter how much I wanted to break down and cry, I cannot. I had to keep my guard up from my greedy, money-grubbing relatives, without a crack on my defenses. Because a mere fault can be seen as an opportunity to be taken advantage of.

Stefan's arm around me tightened and I did not resist when my sweet daddy gathered me against his hard body and carried me, my head on his broad shoulders, while his arms curled around my body protectively. I can feel how his body tensed up as I told him what I went through.

Stefan enveloped me in a tight embrace, shielding me from harm, as if someone or something is out to get me, and Stefan could not be more right. I dismissed that horrifying thought from my mind and basked in his warmth and protective cradle. Stefan strolled upstairs and into the bedroom while I pressed my body closer to him, absorbing the comfort emanating from him, nuzzling on his throat under his chin, then sighed pleasingly.

When daddy's firm hand caressed my nape and gently rubbed the skin there, I melted. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the comfort and safety of Stefan's embrace. Breaking down like that is really taking a toll on me. Thankfully, my daddy is there with me through all of my drops.

My throat constricted and my heart swelled with so many emotions. I have a daddy now. I'm not alone anymore.

All we did for a few hours was cuddle with my daddy whispering comforting words, reassuring me that everything will be alright. That he won't ever leave me all alone. That I can finally let go and rely on him. That he will take care of me, whether if I'm in my little or big boy's space.

My heart feels so full from too much happiness, adoration, and love. I am beyond grateful for having Stef in my life. It feels like I have known him for a long time. It's strange how I can get so comfortable with another person in such a short time. My gaze lifted to stare at Stefan's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful and contented, with his strong arms wrapped around my waist like a boa constrictor. I giggled inwardly at the analogy and took in Stefan's handsome features.

I never noticed the tiny mole under his eyes, nor the small scar hidden beneath his hairline. I filed it away for future inquiry with a wrinkled brow. I was so busy examining his face that I got the shock of my life when my eyes met Stefan's burning gaze.

Stefan's lips tugged for a small smirk, and I observed a hint of mischievousness on his Stef's expression. A loud yelp came out of my throat when in a flash, I was underneath his much larger frame, wide-eyed.

Stefan leaned down and brushed against my parted lips before giving it a lick. An audible gasp bubbled out of my lips and Stefan's smirked got wider. I can perfectly hear my loud heartbeat drumming against my chest, my ears ringing. That's how Stefan affects my mind and body. His smile is enough to make me blush. My pulse race with just his voice. Being the center of his attention gets me unbearably happy.

"Hmm...is my baby being naughty while daddy was asleep?"

I pursed my lips and shook my head furiously. I can't trust my mouth right now, seeing as how Stefan is hovering over me, his pheromones affecting my rationality and sending my senses into an overdrive. It doesn't help that my handsome daddy is shirtless, revealing his sinewy muscles and delicious expanse of skin, making my mouth water, tempting me to have a taste.

"Hmm? Words, baby boy. Answer your daddy," Stefan commanded but I shook my head again. Stefan arched his brow and leaned forward to whisper over his ears, making me hitch a breath, my teeth nibbling my lower lip in anticipation.

"If my baby doesn't want to talk, daddy will make you," he sexily growled and darted his heated tongue on the shell of my ear, sending a spine-tingling sensation all over my system. Stefan continued to tease and torture my poor self by licking and sucking the junction of my neck and shoulder, eager to leave a bruise. Every lick, suck, nibble, and bite on my skin made my shaft hard and leak like a faucet.

When Stefan bit my nipple over my shirt, I could not help the long moan. The friction from the shirt and the slight pain from the bite made my skin prickle and my insides clench with anticipation, as if I have him inside of me. "D-Daddy...s-stop..."

Stefan lifted his gaze and I couldn't stop the needy whimper when I saw the hunger, lust, and pure need visible in those darkened eyes. "Do you want me to stop, baby? Hmm?"

Stefan's voice turned two octaves lower, sending pleasurable shivers down my core, as he pinched and twisted my sensitive left bead while nibbling the other abused one from last night, his heated gaze still locked on mine. Slowly, I am being consumed by the sparks in my body being set to a fiery blaze under his command. Just a few touches and I am putty in his hold.

"Daddy..." I whimpered in a lustful haze. Stef's ministrations on my body are sending my mind into mush and my senses being assaulted by a thousand bullets of pleasure. I need my daddy, but only moans and mewls came out. But as expected of my daddy, he anticipates my every need. When Stefan removed my clothes, I did not resist. I needed the comfort and warmth that Stefan is willing to give.

I was left panting and salivating as my sexy daddy exposes every delicious inch of his strong and muscular body. I gulped hard when Stefan's amused and teasing gaze bore into me. When the last fabric was ripped from his body, I moaned softly and swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth.

Mouthwatering. That's what Stefan is.

Utter perfection. The muscles in the right places. Firm and hard. Sexy and hot. People would be scrambling to get his attention, but sorry not sorry. This hot specimen is mine.

Stefan was hard, leaking, and so ready to give me indescribable pleasure. What caught my attention was beads of white liquid leaking out of the wide cap of Stefan's huge shaft. I was curious about the taste so pushed myself up using my elbows, not looking away from the captivating sight.

Stefan furrowed his brows when I crawled closer. When I was just inches away from his throbbing member, I heard Stefan's sharp intake of breath and sexy groan. "Baby, are you sure? You don't have to," Stefan's said in a strained voice and stroked my hair.

I looked up at Stef, his expression tense and his shoulders tight, as h held his breath for my reply. I bit my lip and nodded, the anticipation building up and seeping through my pores. "I want to, daddy. Please let me." I saw the conflict in his eyes, but when I fluttered my lashes and offered a charming smile, Stefan released a defeated sigh.

I smiled internally. I want to do it. I need Stefan to mark me everywhere. I want to belong to my Daddy in every way possible.

Stef carded through my curls and nodded his permission. I took a deep breath and gave the leaking mushroom cap a tentative lick. When the flavor exploded in my mouth, I moaned at the taste. I was right.

My sexy daddy tastes so fucking delicious.