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)
I’d just had the plans drawn up.
Dessie snorted around his thumb, but I ignored that since it wasn’t a word or helpful.
“Now, I know you had dinner with your friends, but are you still hungry? I’ve got ice cream if you need a treat.” Catching myself before I said dessert, because we’d both started to respond to that like we were Pavlov’s dog, I smiled as he wiggled and sighed.
That did not seem like he needed anything else to eat.
“Should we get you dressed in your jammies and then find a cartoon?” We’d mentioned watching a movie after dinner but that’d been in a date night discussion, not a little night conversation. I thought the plan would still work great, though, but I waited to see what he would think.
Slow nod.
All right, we were close.
“How about bath time, then pajamas and cuddles while we watch cartoons?” His regular nod was back, but I hummed and made a thinking sound. “Then what should we do? Just go to bed? You’re not hungry, so you don’t need dessert.”
That got a giggle from the snuggly boy and he reached out to start walking his fingers over my chest. I managed not to laugh but it was difficult. Playing dumb was the funniest thing I could do, so I made another thoughtful sound. “Daddy needs to get a bath too? Okay. I like bubbles.”
And we now had assorted scents we could choose from.
He squirmed and huffed.
I was back to trying not to laugh because it was obvious he wanted to be able to agree with that suggestion but it wasn’t all he wanted. “No bubbles?”
My stupid question made him groan and I couldn’t stop my chest from jerking as I held back laughter.
Dessie sat up, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest so he didn’t have to take his thumb out as he glared at me. He was adorable when he was frustrated and it was just so perfect I laughed out loud that time. “I’m sorry.”
Giving him a kiss on his nose, I cupped his cheek. “Bath time and then cuddles and then dessert at bedtime?”
His excited nod made me chuckle but he didn’t mind that time. “Alright, happy cuddles in the tub or with dessert?”
It hadn’t even occurred to me that he wouldn’t want an orgasm, but his surprised expression and the way he rocked his hips against me said he hadn’t been expecting it.
Had it been actually discussing it that’d surprised him?
Kissing his nose again as I pretended not to see his reaction, I frowned and tried to look like I was thinking. “Happy cuddles in the bath would make them less messy. But I like them with dessert too.”
Cocking my head and aiming for confused Daddy, I sighed. “What should we do?”
My adorable brat actually dug his phone out of his back pocket and frowned around his thumb as he looked at the time. The obvious answer was both, but now the question was…did he think he could make it?
Was there a word for playing with a soft dick until he had to have an orgasm?
Chapter 18
Dessie
“I…I not done.” I was nice and ’laxed and floating. “Swim, Daddy.”
Swim time.
Daddy scoffed. “No.”
Mean Daddy.
So I had to open my eyes and pout.
“No.” Daddy was still mean. “You’re wrinkly and that isn’t good for your skin. The bubbles are even gone and you’re exhausted from having fun time.”
Maybe.
But I had to pout again and that made Daddy raise one eyebrow to look even more like a Daddy. “Did you forget you have new jammies?”
Yes.
“Oh.” I sat up. I sloshed. I went down again. “Oops.”
Daddy caught me. “I careful.”
His eyes went wide and he held on tight. “For fuck’s sake. Who made this so slippery?”
Oops.
I gave Daddy a cute cheek kiss. “All done. No boo-boos.”
I forgot Daddy worried.
He sighed and looked at the tub. “We’re going to have to get this fixed.”
Oh no.
Looking sad and cute, I patted the tub and gave Daddy another kiss. “No, Daddy. I careful.”
If Daddy worried, tub go bye-bye.
Daddy frowned and petted my head. “I know you’re careful but I’m just going to make sure I take care of you. I won’t make the tub too small.”
Oh dear.
Daddies.
“Jammies, Daddy.” Yes, that was good. “Cute?”
Whew…Daddy smiled. “Yes, I picked out cute pajamas for you. How about I show you what I found?”
“’Prise, Daddy.” Wiggling, I escaped the slippery tub and Daddy caught me with my towel. “Fast, Daddy.”
Daddy tried to frown but his lips were twisty. “Yes, Daddy is fast. Come here, monkey.”
Up. Up. Up.
“And yes. You have a fun surprise.” Daddy made me stuck in the towel and took me into the big bedroom. “I got you cute sweet jammies and cute naughty jammies. Which ones should we pick?”
Oh.
Wiggle.
Wiggle.
Wiggle.
“Naughty!” Yes, Daddy liked his naughty boy because he laughed.
“I thought you’d say that.” Daddy kissed my head. “We’ll leave the sweet ones for sleepovers. I’ve heard they are a good way for a little to have fun with his friends.”