Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
His curls matted to his sweaty forehead. His plump lips were stretched into calls of ecstasy. His cock leaked puddles onto his slim stomach as it heaved with his ragged breathing. He was so fucking beautiful.
Pleasure rocked through every cell in my body. My balls ached for release, but I wanted Tatum to claim his first. I wrapped my palm around his shaft and pumped him three times before his back lurched off of the bed. His fingernails sank into my skin as his cock jerked in my hand. Spurts of warm cum burst over my fingers and his torso.
The scent of his release hit my nostrils and sent my pleasure over the edge. I buried my cock deep inside him and exploded, filling him with my seed. He bore my mark both inside and out.
For the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was my heart pounding in my ears, and our breathing slowing to a normal pace. Once we’d both climbed down from our heights of passion, I went into full Daddy mode.
I rolled onto my back and pulled Tatum on top of me. I didn’t mind when his tacky cum squished onto my chest; I wanted his scent on me. Soon, I would carry him to the shower and gently cleanse his perfect body, but for now, he needed extra love and care.
I combed my (clean) hand through his hair, whispering how amazing and gorgeous he was, and how very much I loved him. I reached down and touched my fingertips to his hole, gently massaging it with the hopes of rubbing away any lingering stretch or soreness.
“That feels so good, Daddy,” he mumbled into my chest. “Everything felt so good.” He lifted his head up and ran his fingers along the bumpy scar on his neck. “I love wearing your mark. Now everyone will know I’m the luckiest boy in the world, because I have the best Daddy Bear.”
“Nope, they’ll know I’m the lucky one, because I have the best baby bear.”
He beamed before leaning down to give me a long, lazy kiss. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Tatum.” I was sure forever still wouldn’t be long enough with my boy.
Chapter Ten
Weldon
“Are you sure I look okay?” Tatum asked, motioning to his outfit. He was wearing the same pair of jeans and sweater as when I first found him in the woods, which I’d washed for him. While he loved his little clothes, he said he wanted to wear something more grown-up for our date. “I’m not very dressy.”
“You are handsome no matter what you wear, but I think your outfit is great.” We hadn’t had time yet, but I planned on taking him shopping soon so he could pick out clothes; little outfits, ‘grown up’ outfits - whatever he wanted. I only had so much to choose from in his size, and I wanted to make sure he was stocked up. “Besides, I’m not super dressy either.”
To make him as comfortable as possible, I was also wearing a pair of jeans and a lightweight sweater, since I tended to stay warmer than he did.
“My Daddy is handsome all the time,” he insisted. A playful smile crossed his lips when he added, “But I like it best when you’re not wearing anything.” I loved when my sweet boy’s naughty side slipped out.
“What a coincidence; that’s my favorite outfit of yours, too.” Although I was also partial to the way his diaper cupped his cheeks. Tatum giggled and left the bedroom to head towards the front door. I smiled at the slight waddle in his step, left over from our intense lovemaking session.
I grabbed the backpack, which held soil samples we collected earlier, and helped Tatum up into my pickup truck, buckling him in safely. I didn’t drive often. I spent most of my time hiking in the woods. But every now and then, I had to deliver equipment to the ranger’s station, or go to town to collect groceries. Wanting to shop the least often possible, I bought a lot at once, and the truck bed came in handy to haul it home.
After a quick stop at the station, I drove further into town to Sizzler, a local steakhouse. Tatum and I wouldn’t be out of place in our casual clothes, since it wasn’t high-end, but it was still a nice place, and the food was delicious.
I lifted Tatum out of the truck, earning a pretty smile and a kiss on the lips. I opened the door to the restaurant for him, and held his hand as we walked inside. Being a weeknight, there luckily wasn’t a crowd waiting to be seated, and the hostess said she had a table open for us.
As she led us through the dining room, the scent of steak wafted around us. It wasn’t just obvious to my sensitive nose; I noticed Tatum sniffing the air and licking his lips.