Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He went very still. “How much feeling up?”
I finally laughed. “Brat. Come on.”
Picking him up, I grinned as he clung to me like a monkey. “Daddy!”
So dramatic.
I kissed his neck as he held me tight, trying to be subtle as he rubbed his hard dick against me. So of course I had to spank him again. “Are you humping me?”
His embarrassed groan was cute, but it didn’t stop him from playing with himself. “No. I’m wiggling.”
Barking out a laugh as I tossed him down on the bed, I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a firm Daddy stare. “Now my brat is lying. You’ve been very naughty.”
A shiver raced through him as he shook his head. “No, Daddy. I just get so excited snuggling you, I have to wiggle.”
“So that’s what we’re going to call it?” I raised one eyebrow as he blushed but spread his legs wider to tempt his easily distracted Daddy.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” My teasing, tempting boy. “Will you help me take off my pajamas, Daddy?”
Running my hands up his thighs, I felt a rush fire through me as he shivered and his hips thrust up in desperation. “Does my sweet sub need help?”
His head bobbed frantically as his muscles clenched. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
Rewarding his sweet desperation, I started inching his pajamas down, baring the brightly colored training pants that he’d finally shown me last night. He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to hide in embarrassment or beg for an orgasm, but I was thoroughly enjoying his drama and his sexy reactions, so I wasn’t going to help him decide.
By the time his pants were off and I was peeling down his thick briefs, he’d decided that begging for an orgasm was a better use of his energy. “Are you…you’re really going to…”
So he was trying to beg.
“I have a present for you later, cutie.” As the undies fell to the floor, I teased my fingers up his thighs. “It’s something we’ve been waiting for.”
His brain took a few seconds to realize what I was saying…but his dick knew right away. It bobbed and precum beaded at the slit as his mouth dropped open. “Daddy…”
If he was asking a question, I missed it, so I decided action would be more appreciated than words. Trailing my fingers right around the base of his erection, I watched him fight to breathe and barely hold back his orgasm.
“I want to show you later, cutie, and reward you for being so patient.” As I caressed around the fine hairs at the base of his cock, he sucked in a breath.
“But…I know…Daddy…fuck…” Scrunching up his eyes, he tried again. “But?”
Nearly giggling, I kept up my teasing touch. “Would I do that to you?”
His nod made me grin, but I knew it looked wicked as I gave in. “But I want you to come out with me later.”
“Touch me.” He groaned, waving his hand. “Stop torturing me. It’s too early.”
Laughing, I nodded…he wasn’t exactly wrong. “But I want you to come to dinner with Cohen so we can all talk about limits and the testing together.”
Ian’s dramatic groan wasn’t a no…so was it an agreement?
Deciding he needed a push to get the words out, I wrapped my fingers loosely around his cock. His shocked gasp would’ve made me worry if it hadn’t been for the way his entire body rushed toward his orgasm. “Daddy…”
“That’s my good boy.” His groan said I’d won, but I didn’t gloat. “Does my good boy want to come?”
As his fingers dug into the covers to keep from grabbing his hard cock, Ian nodded. “Yes, Daddy…yes…”
One…two…he was right there, barely hanging on when I gave the tip a flick.
Cum exploded out of his cock as his orgasm burst over him. The barest hint of pain was all it had taken to send my naughty boy flying. When he finally sagged against the bed, peeking his eyes open, I released his softening cock and leaned over to give him a gentle peck.
I wouldn’t push him if he changed his mind, but his overly dramatic sigh said he knew that. When he finally glared at me, I could see a hint of his little side stomping around in his head. “I want dessert. If I’m going to be all embarrassed and worried, I deserve a restaurant with the best desserts ever. Maybe even two.”
“Deal.” Giving him another kiss, this time smacky and teasing, I nodded and rested my forehead against his. “The biggest dessert ever.”
He sighed again, covering his face and shaking his head. “I just don’t know how you do it. You go all Bishopy and just…then you…”
As he waved his hand, sighing again, I had to grin. “It’s because I’m the best Daddy ever.”
And this was going to be the ultimate way to show both him and Cohen how much they meant to me and that I wasn’t going anywhere.