Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“The bond just keeps growing, and eventually I’ll be able to have even more fun with my naughty boy.” Keeping the description focused on sex made it impossible for him to ask about the more practical side of it. “I bet you’re going to love it.”
And I was going to love finding a thousand different ways to fuck with him.
My adorable drama queen knew it too because he crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a frown that looked more like a pout. “That will be distracting.”
And?
I couldn’t resist fucking with him and imagined how good it was going to feel when he was deep inside me. His eyes went so wide I was worried about his sanity or his blood pressure…and the way his mouth fell open several seconds later didn’t help my anxiety.
Had I broken him?
“Daddy.” His shocked tone gave me some hope and I sent love through the bond. “That’s…that’s what you think it will be like?”
Oh, how badly had his first time bottoming gone?
“Yes.” Taking his hands, I gave him a tug and encouraged him to climb up on the bed. It didn’t take much before he was draped across me, ignoring how our hard cocks were saying hello. “I have a very good imagination when it comes to my mate and I know that’s how it’s going to feel.”
He blinked a few times but didn’t tell me I was wrong, so I continued, deciding that I would still use euphemisms so I didn’t push the boundaries of his mental health. “I can’t wait for you to snuggle up to me and be my big spoon. You’re going to make me feel so good.”
Paxton’s thoughts or maybe emotions were going by too quickly for me to be able to read them accurately through the bond, but he didn’t move away from me. In fact, he wiggled higher up my body and gave me a kiss. “Show me again.”
Interesting.
He was a fascinating cutie.
But as his Daddy, it was my job to give him what he wanted when he asked so sweetly…and when it was about sex, not cookies.
“I would love to.” Relaxing back on the bed, I ran my hand over his head and gently encouraged him to curl into me.
When he was relaxed too, I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes. I did my best to make the image as clear as I could, picturing the weight of his body on mine as his cock slowly filled me. I couldn’t be sure how much he could feel through the bond, but his breath hitched and he went very still.
That wasn’t a no or even a stop…much less his safewords, so I continued building the fantasy in my head like he’d asked.
Gentle thrusts.
That full, perfect stretch.
His arms wrapped around me.
Kisses on my neck.
Nailing my prostate when he finally started moving faster.
The pleasure as he started rabbiting into me and sending me tumbling over the edge.
I wasn’t sure how much of the specifics he was getting, but as I imagined him coming inside me, his entire body jerked. For a moment, I thought he’d orgasmed, but he somehow managed to hold back and just moaned like he couldn’t decide if he was drowning in pleasure or pain.
“Daddy…” There was less little in his voice but he wasn’t fully grown-up as he kissed my neck. “I’m such a good big spoon.”
Not big but still adorable.
“You are.” Since we seemed to be living in a universe where my fantasy was reality, I didn’t bother with actual reality. “You feel so good inside me and I love your snuggles.”
He was still on cloud nine with how well he’d performed in my imagination and with that came a confidence boost. Paxton sprinkled kisses over me and shifted his legs so he was straddling me and could rock his hips to grind his cock against mine.
There were still giggles and the playfulness that I’d come to associate with him letting his guard down, but it seemed he had a purpose and was no longer dragging his feet when it came to making me feel good.
I couldn’t decide if I was excited to come or wanted to pout because of all his sweet torture.
Just him smiling at me could make me hard, so I’d been aching for most of the day.
As he rubbed against me just right and I moaned, fighting the urge to thrust up against him, he giggled. “Daddy, the big spoon needs special lotion.”
My groan was slightly dramatic but made him snicker. “Daddy won’t make it until the big spoon finds the lotion. You’re kill me.”
He thoroughly enjoyed hearing that but wiggled himself into a sitting position. “I’m a good finder.”
Thankfully, it was in a logical place and the first one he looked—the nightstand drawer on my side of the bed. Having the lube in his hot little hands just made him giggle even more but I loved his happy sounds. They radiated confidence and joy, and they meant he felt secure with me.