Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Dessie thought Austin had real logic, so that was the only standard that mattered.
“I like nicer and better, Daddy.” Dessie was probably thinking he was being subtle but he gave his pants another tug and licked his lips. “I like making you happy. You smile and you laugh and you cuddle.”
“You do a wonderful job of making me smile and laugh, and you’re right, cuddling does make me happy.” So it was time to see if I could get happier without panicking. “Let’s do some more cuddling together.”
Yes, that was what we would do.
We’d make each other happy and cuddle.
Reminding myself that there was nothing to worry about as long as I was making him happy, I released the top buttons on my shirt and got more happy wiggles from Dessie. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
Higher conversational skills had evaporated, but I wasn’t sure if that was a lack of blood to the brain or a consequence of being little.
“Does that mean I’m going to get nice kisses?” That was the plan, so I wasn’t surprised when he gave me an excited nod. “I like kisses and cuddles.”
“I like kisses too…and…and I like rewards.” That sentence came punctuated with another tug and I had to remind myself that laughing would give the wrong impression of what I was feeling. “Rewards are important for good boys.”
Orgasms were important.
Got it.
“I’ll remember, sweetie.” But there was one thing we needed to discuss before his thought process got any fuzzier. So as I released another button and for the first time let him see the undershirt I was wearing, I focused on more important things than my fears. “But is there any type of reward you don’t want from Daddy?”
Dessie tried to look up and answer me but the distraction was too strong and his gaze quickly bounced back down to my chest. “I…I like rewards, Daddy.”
All right, new question.
“If you’re getting a reward, can I touch anywhere on your body, sweetie?” I wasn’t sure trying to be subtle would work but going right out and asking littlish Dessie if I could touch his dick didn’t seem appropriate.
“Not my feet, Daddy.” His gaze never moved from my chest as I worked at a few more buttons. “They tickle and that’s…that’s not a reward.”
Interesting.
“Is tickling bad or just not a reward?” How was I supposed to ask that question to get good information?
Hoping he didn’t just tell me that good boys got rewarded, I released the last button and opened my shirt. There was a very logical voice in the back of my head that pointed out I should be panicking, but he was so turned on and so utterly captivated, I just couldn’t get too worked up.
Yes, there was a very reasonable level of worries flooding through me, but when he was so excited, it was impossible to get too wrapped up in my past. It almost felt like some of the kinks I’d read about online. I didn’t have to get it to understand that they liked it.
And as Dessie watched me, barely holding himself back, I couldn’t relate to what he was feeling, but I loved seeing his reactions.
I was turning him on.
I was really turning him on.
“Um…” Dessie struggled to remember the question as I tugged the wide-necked undershirt down and he finally saw my chest for the first time. “I’m a good boy, Daddy.”
Yep, we’d flown past question time.
“You are. Come be a good boy and give Daddy kisses.” Refusing to acknowledge how fast my heart was racing, I kept my breathing steady and smiled at Dessie as he kissed my cheek again. “That’s right. You’re my sweet boy.”
He made a happy sound as he nodded, but once he looked down at my bare chest, his conversational abilities went out the window. I could almost see his little side getting stronger as his chatter shifted from words to excited sounds.
“Kisses, baby.” Yes, that was the plan.
He was going to kiss and snuggle against me and we were both going to see that it would be fine.
It was more than fine.
All it took was one nuzzle to realize my chest was a lot more sensitive than I’d realized. It was never a place that I touched when I was getting off, so the fact that my nipples seemed to have a direct connection to my dick was…surprising.
Dessie was too lost in his own excitement to realize that, though. More happy wiggles escaped as he took a deep breath and nuzzled his way closer to where the smell was the strongest…right at my nipple. He let out choppy, breathy noises that were almost a hum and gave one side a kiss before moving over to kiss the other side.
I had a feeling that in his mind his sounds were closer to words, but they were not. They were, however, very clearly indicating how happy he was. My body was making him happy. His Daddy’s body was making him happy.