Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Ignoring how much we still had to figure out, there were a lot of ways he could turn out to be insane, but so far, I was pretty sure I was the crazy person between the two of us.
“Then yes, I would love to feel your hands on me.” His voice softened and I could feel the stress leaving his body before I’d realized how nervous he’d been.
Daddy hid his worries really well and we were going to have to work on that.
But for the time being I wasn’t going to lecture; I was going to kiss. “What are your limits, Daddy?”
He chuckled, stroking a hand over my head as I pushed him so he was lying on his back. “Isn’t that my line?”
Shaking my head, I stretched out down his body and teased at the buttons on his shirt. “Nope. It’s my turn.”
His chest jerked but he huffed and tried to pretend to be frustrated. “Alright, I guess so. I’m comfortable getting naked with you, baby. I’m very happy to feel your mouth or your hands on me. I would love an orgasm. Is there something specific you’re thinking about? Your toys, maybe?”
Jack had said that Malcolm said Daddy was a top and a bottom, but I kind of thought my toys might fall into the Daddy needs to feel our relationship is strong first side of things.
“Using those would be within my limits, Daddy.” I didn’t want him to think I thought Daddy liking something like my plugs would be icky. “But not today. I just want to kiss you and play with your cock.”
Yes, Daddy made it sound like he’d enjoy that and I didn’t want to push Daddy’s limits. I wanted to do things we were both ready for.
“That sounds…” He paused and made a soft sexy sound as I flicked open the top button and nuzzled at the top of his chest. “Everything I’m thinking sounds overly polite or really dirty.”
Giggling, I released another button and gave him another nuzzle and a lick. “How would polite Daddy say it?”
He groaned. “I almost told you that sounds very nice, but we’re not having a tea party.”
He was so silly.
“We could have a dirty tea party if you wanted. I think Jacki did that with his Daddy one time. They do naughty stuff when Jack is Jacki.” I couldn’t help laughing as Daddy chuckled. “I’m mostly a good boy when I’m little, though.”
Daddy laughed. “You’re a good boy until you’re not getting your way, then you pout and want to stomp your feet.”
Daddy was very smart but I wanted to pretend to be very good, so I opened another button and licked his chest to distract him. He knew what that meant. “Hmm, you’re right. I have the best boy ever.”
Yep, much better.
Kissing Daddy was a good way to keep him distracted, so I kept working at his shirt and pressing my lips against his body to say hello to every inch. I was very thorough and by the time I’d gotten to his pants, he was groaning. “I’m starting to remember why I like being in control. Daddy isn’t a fan of being edged.”
Daddy liked doing the edging.
I probably should’ve acted more contrite but I was doing my best not to giggle as I released his belt and started to unbutton his dark jeans. “I’m just being careful with you, Daddy. And I want you to remember I took good care of you.”
Yes, I wasn’t fucking with Daddy.
I was being a very good boy and I was going to stick with that answer no matter what torture he put to me.
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or groan as I pulled down the zipper, but the way his fingers were tightening on me and his muscles were tensed said he was appreciating all my hard work. “You’re killing me.”
No laughing.
No laughing.
That would make me look guilty.
Focusing on his erection made sure I kept my giggles in check and kept me from letting my little takeover. He loved driving Daddy crazy even though he really didn’t care about what we were doing.
“I’m just making you feel good, Daddy.” Yes, innocent and sweet as I wiggled his pants down just low enough to free his erection…I was just taking care of my Daddy.
His groan said I needed to work on making my delivery more believable, though.
But before he could decide how to complain about my being naughty again, I took the situation in hand and pulled down the front of his boxer briefs.
Yep, I was very smart.
Keeping my hands busy meant he couldn’t keep his mind on lecturing me.
Brilliant.
And fun.
Daddy’s cock was hard and a handful that was just barely thicker than mine. It was velvety soft, though, and he was leaking precum that was so tempting I had to give it a lick.