S T E F A N

"Thanks, man, I owe you one." I ended the call and slipped my phone in my pocket, while I leaned down so my baby can brush and style my hair. Ollie giggled and when he seemed satisfied with his job, he gave me a kiss on the lips before hopping into the closet, finding something to wear, his body wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

I followed him and slipped my arms on his waist, as he leaned back to me, humming as he picked some shirts. He chose a pale pink cotton sweater, snug leather shorts, some sheer thigh-high socks, and ankle boots.

I licked my lips as I stay seated on the couch, gripping on its sides, as my baby sauntered towards me, swaying his hips seductively, fluttering those long lashes, and biting his bottom lip.

My cock throbbed and my throat dried up at the sexy vixen in front of me. I hissed and groaned when my baby sat down right down at my aching crotch, and the soft moan that bubbled out of his throat had my shaft leaking and tightening against my pants.

"Baby..." I grabbed his soft ass cheeks and I cursed silently, knowing that there's only a thin barrier that's keeping me from fucking my Ollie.

To add more torture to my already slipping self-control, my baby used his sexy butt to grind against me as he gripped my shoulders, using it as a support as he planted teasing kisses, licking the seam of my lips, coaxing me to let him in.

When I opened my mouth to protest, my baby took that chance to plunge his soft tongue and my senses went haywire.

His innocent swipe and biting of my tongue got me leaking like a faucet, a very uncomfortable sensation in my pants as Oliver continued to grind his tender ass on me, and me trying to hold my wits together which seemed almost impossible, especially when Oliver leaned back, lifted his sweater and showed me his abused and perky nipples, glistening and all ready for eating as he sucked and wet two fingers and started pinching and twisting his buds, his lustful gaze trained on me.

My mouth salivated at the sight and to hell with self-control. I growled and glared at his fingers touching what is mine, and he immediately removed his fingers and moaned.

I dove and suck his perky nipples, enjoying the mewls and whimpers coming out of him. "This is mine. No one touches what is mine." I punctuate each word with tender bites while my other hand is busy rubbing and flicking his other bud.

His hand gripped the back of my head, pushing me closer to his chest as he mumbled incoherently, his moans of pleasures echoing in the room.

My hand slipped into his shorts and Oliver arched his back at the contact, groaning and moving his hips as I fondle and stroke him slowly and teasingly, my thumb rubbing his leaking tip while I continued my assault on now his other bud, as he cried out from too much sensitivity.

"N-no, daddy...sensitive...ohh..." Oliver moaned as his hips moved in sync with my hand, while I freed my painful cock out of its confinement, stroking it to relieve some tension.

My baby noticed my hard shaft and his fingers grabbed it and I moaned at the sensation--the feeling of his hot and soft hand wrapped around my girth halfway-- Oliver began to give my cock long, slow strokes from root to tip, his one hand not enough to wrap his fingers on me.

Oliver licked his lips and gulped, then looked at me lustfully, before lifting himself up and climbed down from my lap, dropping his shorts down, his eyes transfixed on me as he removed his sweater.

Finally, bare naked, my baby dropped down and before I realized what was going to happen, Oliver gripped my almost aching cock and gave the head a long lick, flattening his tongue and closing his eyes, moaning and savoring it like it's the most delicious treat he has ever tasted.

O L L I E

The heat simmering in daddy's gaze as I licked the underside of his cock made my prick harder and stood in attention, the leaking tip dripping down to the inside of my thighs--the thought of my daddy's warm liquid that should be dripping out of me instead just made me burn even hotter.

Inch by inch, I tried to take in daddy as I hollow my cheeks, his huge and stiff member stretching the insides of my mouth. The mental images of him slamming his massive cock and stretching me to the limit made my dick twitch and my insides clench, in need of some filling up.

"My naughty baby...I would pay millions just to have a peek inside your brain," Stefan whispered huskily, his one hand reaching out for my very sensitive nipples, each flick sending electricity to my nerves, making my core tremble and wet.

So, so wet.

I moaned and bobbed my head up and down, my hands doing the work when I couldn't accommodate his entire length. I sucked, licked, nibbled, and ate daddy's member like a delicious treat, getting more aroused by the second at his groans and flushed expression, his eyes fluttered shut as I did my best to pleasure him.

My cock is leaking profusely but that's the least of my worries now. I want my daddy to reach his release before mine but it looks like my plan won't be able to follow through. Stefan gripped my head and made me look up at him.

"Baby, stop and straddle me." The authority and the sternness of his voice got me standing up, as I swallowed slowly, the heated stare of Stefan on my body is searing me, as my fair complexion started to flush bright red, making him smirk.

He reached for my hand and guided me towards his lap, my eyes trained on his massive, leaking erection glistening with my saliva and his milky liquid, my mouth watering at the delectable sight.

Stefan didn't keep me waiting as he pulled me closer to him, my butt gloriously seated on his muscled thigh, and his hands plastered on my ass cheeks, kneading and cupping my globes while his hungry eyes are watching my every expression.

Stefan pulled me even closer to him until our erections brushed against each other so softly, the pleasurable contact made me gasp, the heat from his turgid shaft is burning mine, sending electrifying sensations that made my balls quivered.

When his hand grabbed both of our cocks, I cried out and my eyes rolled back, as my body tenses from the indescribable sensation caused by the friction as he stroke our hardness together, my saliva and our precum serving as lubrication, the heat of his right palm and his left middle finger teasing and circling my still sensitive and quivering entrance, got me squirming and moaning incomprehensibly as I fall into Stef, my head on his shoulder and my arms around his neck, breathing heavily and the smell of our sweat and cum mixing just made my burning body even hotter.

"Daddy...more...please..." A strained whisper made its way to Stef's ear as I lick and nibble his ear, earning me a sexy growl.

I gasped and let out a long moan when Stefan inserted his digit in my tender flesh, a slight burn that was sooner gone when Stefan pulled out his fingers making me whine, and made me lick those fingers by pushing it into my mouth, and before I had my fun, he slipped it back again, making me mewl and lick my lips, Stefan's expression one of great control as gently prods and lets me adjust for a few seconds, before poking and rubbing my pleasure button.

Cries of pleasure tore out of my mouth as my daddy added another finger into me, scissoring it, as he fastens the pace and added pressure on our leaking cocks by tightening his hold on it.

I was reduced into a moaning mess and a ball of sensations as Stefan commanded my body with his expert hands and fingers, making me lose my mind as he thrusts his fingers into my hole, and the intense pleasure from our cocks rubbing together was my undoing.

My eyes fluttered shut and I arched my back as my body tenses, a sign of my impending release.

"D-daddy! I'm cumming!" I cried out and four lines of white liquid spurted from me.

"I'm near, baby," Stefan growled and he erupted on my abdomen, some of his hot cum reaching my nipples and my chin.

I licked it slowly and savored the deliciousness of his taste, not knowing how my daddy stares at me hungrily. He slowly withdrew his fingers and I whined in protest at the empty feeling.

"Daddy..no..want more..."

I want it back. I want to be filled. I want more. Stefan rubbed my lower back and gave me a soft kiss. "Shh...baby. We can't for now. You're still sore."

I want to object and tell him that I was more than fine but Stefan was not having it. This is the first time he strongly refused to grant my wish, and I am having a hard time understanding it. Well, I do understand that it's for my own sake but my mind is not letting me off the hook, as it produces several scenarios that made my heart ache and my hands trembling.

I slowly got up and picked up my clothes, held them closer to my chest, before looking back at Stef who was surprised by my hurt expression. "Y-you...you don't...love me...anymore," I accused him, my tone was laced with sadness and betrayal that got Stefan frozen on his seat.

I took that opportunity to escape and I slipped my clothes on, not bothering to check how I look, the need to get as far as I can from Stefan is so strong, as I picked my wallet and Tie, rushing downstairs with a heavy heart. In the corner of my eye, I saw how Devon went still when he saw my flushed expression, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes as I tried to swallow the sobs threatening to make themselves be heard.

"Dev..." Devon silently swore and reached for my hand, squeezing it a bit for comfort, before leading me out into the garage. He opened the door to the black sedan and let me in. He helped me get on the backseat and secured my seatbelt, wiping my tears as he gave me his gentlest smile.

"Everything will be fine, okay, Oliver?" He assured me and his kind voice made me nod. He patted my head and he slipped into the driver's seat. He started the engine and I can't help but yawn. I gripped Tie and held him closer to me, wanting some comfort and peace.

I just feel so exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed, my mind can't keep up with the turmoil and the intense emotions swirling inside of me.

I'm so tired. I want to rest.

Right before I drifted to sleep, I think I heard daddy calling me and ordering Devon to stop. I guess I was just hallucinating. Daddy doesn't love me anymore.

Why would he care if I leave?