Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Next time no condoms, Daddy. I’m ready.” My whispered confession had him going still, remembering the emails we’d first exchanged what felt like a lifetime ago.
“Really?” He braced himself on one arm, cupping my face. “I’m patient, ketzel. There’s no rush.”
“There’s no rush, but I’m not going to fight what we have.” Stretching my head up, I gave him a kiss and smiled as he stared down at me like I was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. “That’s why I was so nervous walking into the club. I was so worried you wouldn’t be the man I’d built up in my head. But you are. You’re steady and smart, sexy and the perfect Daddy.”
Daddy gave me another soft kiss, smiling as he stroked my cheek. “You were exactly who I’d imagined you would be too…smart, funny, trusting, and giving.”
He gave me another peck, smiling goofily. “And so sexy, ketzel.”
He was crazy…but he was mine…and he loved confidence, so I leaned up and kissed him again as a rush of emotion filled my chest. “I love you, Daddy.”
Logic and practicality could come later, but for now all I wanted was to hold my Daddy and see how long it would take to talk him into making love to me again.
Important things.
“I love you too.” His thumb slowly caressed my lips as he smiled down at me. “I’ve waited a lifetime to find you, ketzel, and I am planning on spending every day showing you how much I love you and that you’re mine, my sweet boy and my feisty kitten.”
Daddy loved confidence and Daddy loved me…and I was going to love Daddy for the rest of our lives.
From: Arthur
RE: Move countdown…one day left
Yes, ketzel, I remembered to have all my documents in my carry-on and I put more cereal in my suitcase. My second suitcase, which is just filled with nothing but toys and goodies for you. But if I have to explain to some strange customs official why I have a whole suitcase filled with sex toys and Froot Loops, there will be consequences.
Please remember our vows said in sickness and in health, not in prison and in customs interrogations.
It also did not say anywhere that I was now a pack mule, so why did a case of macaroni and cheese just appear on our porch from FedEx? There’s no way I can pack that, so I’m assuming this is another congratulations you’ve found a Daddy gift?
You know, in most social circles a card would’ve been more appropriate than cases of bubbles and boxes of sex toys.
We’re going to be out of the country for at least six months with your new assignment, ketzel. What am I supposed to do with this? Who did you complain to? I’m guessing it’s either from Conner or that damned barista. I need to know who to punish or whose Daddy to call.
Alright. I’m off to google if battery-powered sex toys can be packed in a suitcase that’ll be stored in the cargo hold and to see about getting you a new phone.
No more texting in the tub.
Twenty-four more hours, ketzel.
I love you.
Daddy