John loved his Daddy. He wanted to make him happy, make him proud. He shivered and pushed back, wanting to just please him.

"Daddy..." he moaned, "You feel so good in me."

He always did. The blonde moaned, clutching at the blankets under him.

But then that hand was on him. He gasped and pushed into it. No matter what, Daddy's hand always felt so good on him. He whimpered, feeling so close already.