Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Daddy rolled his eyes. “Yes, lots of good boy things…like being silly and trying to talk his Daddy into lots of rewards.”
Maybe.
Giggling, I shook my head. “No, Daddy. ’Member? Good boy.”
I’d tell him over and over ’til he didn’t forget.
I was a very good helper.
“How could I forget?” Daddy gave me a silly frown that made me laugh. “I’m also not going to forget we’re watching Pete’s Dragon.”
“Roar.” It was Daddy’s turn to laugh.
And it was Daddy’s turn to help clean up, because when we were all done, he picked up our bowls and cups, and he even kissed my head. “Thank you for making us dessert, cutie. It was delicious.”
“Welcome, Daddy.” Wiggling, I was excited and happy and kind of melty ‘cause I liked seeing Daddy in my kitchen. “Thank you for being a good helper, Daddy.”
He cleaned so good and he even got me a sippy cup full of water to watch the movie with. When he said we were all done and ready, he kissed my head again and held my hand. “Alright, movie and cuddle time.”
“Yes, ready ready.” ’Cause I had the bestest Daddy ever.
Chapter 9
Talon
“Daddy?” Kenzie’s whispered question was cute, but it was the way he snuggled up closer and climbed on my lap that made me want to smile.
He was wonderfully manipulative and I loved seeing how it would come out.
“Yes, cutie?” Taking my cue from him, I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled him close, not worrying about overstepping since he was the one who’d climbed on my lap.
“If I’m not little anymore, do I get grown-up kisses?” His hopeful expression said he wasn’t rushing to get a goodnight kiss from me, so it seemed like he just wanted to shift gears and get more kisses in general.
I wasn’t sure he was completely in the grown-up headspace he was pretending he was, but I wasn’t going to argue with what my cutie wanted. “Yes, I like kisses.”
My answer earned me an excited wiggle and I had to fight the urge to groan as his ass rubbed my dick. He didn’t seem to realize what he was doing to me, though. His smile was just a bit too innocent still. “I like kisses too.”
“Would you like to kiss me or do you want me to kiss you?” I wasn’t sure he’d see the difference, but at the very least I wanted to make sure we got a few consent issues out of the way.
“Hmm?” Head bobbing, Kenzie took the question very seriously. “Will you kiss me? With lots of grown-up touches and your tongue playing with mine, please.”
Laughing would’ve given him very mixed signals, so I did my best to keep a straight face as I slowly tightened my hold on him. “Thank you for explaining what you want. Where would you like your touches?”
Stroking one hand up his back, I played innocent and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Like this?”
Yeah, his headspace was questionable because his giggle was not the most grown-up sound I’d heard him make. “No, Daddy.”
“Hmm.” Still playing up the serious routine, I brought one hand up to caress his head and kissed his nose. “How about that?”
He shook his head, but it earned me more laughter and he wiggled as his excitement built. “No, big boy—oh, um, grown-up kisses, please.”
Clearly, someone overly helpful had told him there were right and wrong ways to be little.
“Big boy kisses, huh?” Trying to show him he didn’t have to censor himself for me, I slowly brought my lips to his.
I started out soft and almost innocent, brushing my lips against his before nibbling on them gently. Alternating back and forth, I shifted the hand on his back to a more possessive hold and brought my other hand around to caress his chest.
On the scale of innocent to naked and in restraints, it was definitely on the sweeter side, but we’d shifted toward more grown-up kissing and Kenzie’s moans said he approved. The way he was rocking and arching into my touch had me feeling confident as well.
When I finally pulled away, his sexy ass squirmed over my lap again and his eyes had that beautifully inhuman sparkle. “Daddy.”
The soft way he sighed the word out made me smile. “Is that the kind of big boy kiss you wanted?”
Considering that I’d kept my hands above his waist and we hadn’t gone very far, I thought it fit the definition of big boy kiss fairly well.
“Yes, Daddy.” Leaning into me, he tucked his head against mine and curled as close as he could. “I like your big boy kisses.”
There seemed to be somewhere he was leading us, so I just kept cuddling him and did my best to be patient. “I like all your kisses too—cute little ones, big boy ones, and grown-up ones.”