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)
Yes, that was important to promise because Daddies liked hearing it.
He barked out a laugh, but instead of telling me I was being silly, he opened his pants. “You are going to be trouble.”
Yep.
But since he might not let me pet him if I told the truth, I just smiled and Daddy laughed again. “Thank you for not lying to Daddy.”
Yay. I was still a good boy.
And Daddy was a big boy.
Oh.
He had lots to pet.
“Good job, Daddy. That’s lots to play with and pet.” He’d done such a good job of making it big for me. “Thank you.”
Daddy was going to say welcome ’cause that was what we did, but I distracted him with my hands. It took two so he could have big pets. One wouldn’t have been enough. Two was just right and I could wrap my hands around him and snuggle him like a blanket.
Daddy liked blanket pets because his head fell back and he moaned. “Fuck.”
Giggling ’cause he’d said a naughty word again, I nodded. “You probably think that’s too soon, so I won’t be a bad boy and ask.”
I was Daddy’s good boy…and I was going to get lots of rewards.
Like pets and kisses and snuggles and tinglies and…
Oh, Daddy’s penis liked to get wet too.
“Can I kiss it, Daddy? That’s not petting, so I’m being good and asking.” Yes, more manners meant more rewards.
Austin said so and my friend Charlie said Austin was right.
“Manners are going to be the death of me.” Daddy was being dramatic but he nodded. “Yes, baby boy. You can kiss it.”
Yay.
I leaned in and gave him a kiss, licking it a little because kisses could have tongue. Everyone knew that. And everyone knew Daddy moans were good and when Daddies said naughty words, that meant their littles were making them very happy.
Daddy said lots of naughty words.
He really liked the F words but I was a good boy and didn’t say it.
I just giggled when he said it.
That didn’t make me a bad boy.
Nope.
I was a good boy who gave Daddy kisses and licks and gave him lots of pets.
“I’m going to…if you keep…fuck.” Giggling, I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and sucked down his explosions like it was more dessert.
It wasn’t dessert.
But it wasn’t bad.
Daddy said more naughty words as he groaned, so I knew he liked it but it was kind of sour. I liked sweet better, so when he was all done, I gave him one more pet and climbed up on his lap. “Gotta have dessert, Daddy. Explosions are salty. Or something.”
I didn’t know why they were something but they were something.
Daddy laughed but his big brain wasn’t working because he just sighed and shook his head. That wasn’t a yellow or red, though, and he cuddled me as I wiggled up on his lap, so I didn’t worry. “The other one, baby boy. That one is still full.”
More dessert.
Wrapping my lips around Daddy’s nipple, I got snuggles and he hugged me tight, so I closed my eyes and sucked.
Yes, yummy, not salty.
Getting snuggles made dessert even better and I was starting to remember why I’d wanted a nap. Cuddling was hard work. Drinking was hard work even if it was yummy. Pets and explosions were hard work.
Yes, I deserved a nap.
Just a little one…after dessert…and after cuddles and after…I was going to…
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“If you sleep much longer, you’ll be up all night.” Daddy’s voice was still happy even though big me had finally remembered why he might’ve been stressed. “Hmm, I think you woke up big.”
I kind of wanted to laugh, but I nodded and hid my face against his neck. “How are you doing, Daddy?”
Hmm.
That didn’t feel weird, so I didn’t worry about it.
He chuckled.
“Better than you.” Daddy was feeling sassy, but he kissed my head and rubbed my back. “I think I’m supposed to ask you if you need water and what color you are.”
I couldn’t hold back laughter that time. “Green but nervous. And no. I’m not thirsty.”
I could feel my face heating up and I knew he could see it when he started to cough. Daddy didn’t cover his laughter very well but he tried. “No, that’s not a surprise.”
Well, he wasn’t worried anymore?
“Is that okay?” Not wanting him to worry, I took a breath and whispered before he could answer. “I hope it’s okay. I liked being little with you.”
For a lot of reasons…not just the palate cleanser.
“I’d also really appreciate it if you told me I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Yes, that would be good to hear before I moved and had to look him in the eyes again.
“Sit up for me, baby boy.” The fact that I was still his baby and he stroked my head as he jostled me gave me enough confidence to actually obey him. “Good boy, now open your eyes for me. Be brave just a second.”