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)
My inexperience showed because it took me entirely too long to figure out what that last half-conscious jolt had meant. In my defense, we had too many layers between us, so I could barely feel the warmth from his diaper, but as I realized what had happened, I filed the reaction away so I would remember it later.
He didn’t seem bothered by it or even to really register using his diaper, so I waited a few more minutes until he was out and then gradually laid him down on the bed. Still nothing. I had to smile as he let out a sigh and his arms and legs spread out, taking over the space.
Climbing off the bed, I quietly went over to the dresser and grabbed the wipes and another diaper for him. Not having warm wipes for him was another reason he needed a playroom, but we could wait to get a better diaper changing setup.
That was another reason to go to the playroom at the club—I needed to see their setup and figure out a plan for the playroom and possibly a nursery. There would be time to work out everything that he needed, though, so for the time being, I carefully unzipped his new jammies and focused on changing him without waking him up completely.
Taking off his diaper went fine, but the cold wipe on his skin made him jolt and his eyes peeked open a sliver. “Shh…just relax. Daddy’s got you.”
His head shifted into something that might’ve been an attempt at a nod, but before I could decide, his eyes were closed and he was out again.
That time he didn’t react as I fastened another diaper around him and zipped him back up again, grateful that the pajamas had worked as well as they’d hinted in the promotional material. They were practical and sexy and I was going to buy at least one in every color…and I was going to be doing more digging into the owner of the company.
Yes, information was always a good thing.
And for the time being, sleep was going to be a good thing as well, so I quickly cleaned up and climbed back into bed.
Of course, my getting back into bed still somehow woke up Dessie just enough for him to wiggle closer and start nuzzling at my chest, aiming for the side he hadn’t drained earlier. Diapers for bed were definitely a good idea going forward because as I rolled over onto my side, he settled on my arm and latched on to start sucking again.
Kissing the top of his head, I closed my eyes and relaxed as he sucked. I was still hard as a rock, but as he nuzzled against me, I curled the arm he was using as a pillow around him to snuggle him closer and slid my other hand down between us. Taking my time wasn’t the goal since I’d been hard since he’d gotten home, but I didn’t jump right to the finish.
His lips around me felt too good and I loved the quiet sounds he made. But he’d been squirming on my lap for hours and the memories of him coming in the bathtub and coming in his diaper were too perfect.
So as his mouth finally lost suction and he was just smiling softly against my skin, I stopped fighting the pleasure and let it explode out of me. I was nearly silent, but somehow Dessie sensed it, smiling wider and wiggling closer.
I had a feeling it would just be a short reprieve until he made me hard again, but that seemed to be what Daddies were supposed to live with. Endless cuddles. Constant erections. And a few too many chicken nuggets.
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“Daddy.” Dessie’s whispered tone took entirely too long to work its way through my brain. “Daddy.”
Dessie.
Yes.
Opening my eyes, I looked up to see him peering down at me. “What?”
It was probably later than I thought based on the light coming in around the windows, but my brain had been nowhere near ready to wake up. “Is something wrong?”
Dessie blinked then nodded emphatically. “There’s noises.”
Noises?
Sitting up, I gave him a quick kiss and looked around for my phone. Yes, I hadn’t fallen asleep without plugging it in.
“Baby boy, it’s almost nine. It’s Sofie.” I turned back to see him blinking again. “My housekeeper?”
And his eyes went so wide he looked like one of those anime characters I’d accidentally found through some weird internet searches. “She comes in on the weekend sometimes.”
He’d remembered.
It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded. “Yes. She had to take two days off during the middle of the week, so she’s finishing up some projects around the house and I think getting ready for the landscapers to come later this week.”
Dessie needed a pool.
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Mouth open.
“She’ll see me.”
I wasn’t sure we were making the same assumptions, so I tried to figure out where the disconnect was. “She won’t come in my room with the door closed. Ever.”