Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, pulled them down my hips, and kicked them off so my dick was flush against the bed. I clutched the sheet to me and ground into the mattress until I was breathing hard and moaning Hunter’s name.

“Oh, Daddy, please.” I sucked in a deep breath and banged my hips harder and harder, sliding my cock along the silky sheets. “I’m so close, Daddy. So close.”

I buried my cry into the pillow, my body clenching as I came all over Daddy’s sheets. Spent, I rolled over and glanced down at the mess I’d made. A giggle escaped. It was my gift to Hunter. A gift he could get any time he wanted if he stopped avoiding the truth behind his eyes and the gentleness of his touch.

Last night had further proved how much of a wonderful Daddy Hunter was. I wanted all of him. Who better to experience making love with than the man who’d taken me under his wings?

Hmm, making love. My cock stirred again just thinking about it.

I rolled out of bed and stretched. My tummy didn’t ache as badly as it did last night, although it still felt a little sore. Instead of going back to my room, I took a shower in Daddy’s bathroom, using his soap to wash the cum off my thighs. I didn’t bother with underwear but dug through Hunter’s drawer and found a police academy T-shirt of his. I slipped it over my head. It fell past my knees, but it smelled good—just like Daddy—and it was mine now.

When I walked into the kitchen, Hunter was puttering around. He hadn’t heard me come in, so I took my time taking him in. He had on a faded pair of light blue sweatpants and a pullover. His hair stuck up in the most adorable way. My hands itched to push his hair back in place. He took a sip from his cup and continued fixing something on the island.

“Morning, Daddy.”

He glanced up, and even with the distance between us, the appreciation in his eyes was clear. The too-large shirt covered me up, but could he tell I had nothing on underneath?

“Good morning, Cosmo. How are you feeling?”

“Better. Well, my tummy aches just a little still. I don’t think I should have eaten so much yesterday.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I should have done a better job monitoring what you ate.” He pulled out a chair from the island. “Come and sit.”

“Thank you.” I sat down. “And it’s not your fault. You didn’t know, but yeah, it’s probably a good idea to keep an eye on what I eat.”

“I’ve done some research on the internet, and I think it’s a good idea to visit a dietitian.”

“What for?” I stared at him. “Are you putting me back on a diet?”

“Good god, no. No offense, but you don’t know what you can and cannot eat, and neither do I. I could do with some professional help in how you should transition from the little food you have been eating all your life to nutritional portions fitting for your age.” He placed a cup in front of me. “I never want to see you that sick again.”

I smiled. I knew he cared for me, so much so he got a professional involved. “What’s this?”

“Some ginger tea. It will help settle your stomach. I’ll make some toast for you.”

“Do you have any of that butter they had at the restaurant?”

“You can have a little.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I took a sip from my tea and sighed. Sugar made everything taste better. “How did you sleep? I hope I didn’t take up all the space on the bed.”

Hunter chuckled. “To be honest, for a little guy, you do know how to hog the sheets.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He brought over the toast and spread a thin layer of butter on the top. “After we’ve seen the dietitian, I’ll have a better idea of what to feed you, but for now, this should do.”

After breakfast, Daddy sent me to change into something appropriate while he showered. We walked up the stairs together with me in front of him.

“Can’t you help me pick out what to wear?” I asked. “Sometimes it takes forever to decide.”

“Sure.”

I’d been prepared for him to argue, so when he agreed right away, I didn’t know what to say to him. He rummaged through the drawer and held up a pair of skinny jeans and a light purple sweater.

“What about this?”

I preferred something more feminine, but he hadn’t bought any frilly clothes. And to be honest, I would have worn a sack if he had given it to me.