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)
His needy, excited sound made me smile and I couldn’t resist teasing him. “I think I have a boy who wants to make his Daddy feel very good.”
For someone who didn’t seem to think he was little, he liked being treated like he was a naughty little.
Paxton wiggled and nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “I like kissing too, Daddy.”
And he liked not having to be the grown-up all the time.
“Then be a good boy and experiment with me. Then you can give Daddy kisses.” He could’ve kissed me no matter what, but making him work for it turned him on even more. “Pretend you’d been a very good boy and you’ve just climbed into Daddy’s lap.”
He whimpered and turned to press his face tight against my neck, but he didn’t tell me no and nothing said he was trying to get away from me or the fantasy. “Daddy…”
Humming, I snuggled him closer and rubbed his back. “Yes? I’m glad you came and cuddled with me.”
Making another embarrassed whine, he tried to press himself tighter against me. “I was a good boy, Daddy. I…I wasn’t mean to the naughty men when they said silly things.”
That made him a very good boy.
“I’m so proud of you.” It took amazing self-restraint not to tell them to fuck off. “I think that deserves a reward for being such a good boy.”
A needy shiver raced through him and he couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to curl his legs up and hide his erection or spread his legs out and show it off. But he nodded and didn’t back down from our experiment. “Can…will you rub me, Daddy? I…I was a good boy and I want my tinglies.”
So no names for his cock but tinglies were good?
Perfect.
“I’d love to give my boy tinglies as a reward.” Shifting my hands so I was rubbing the outside of his thigh high near his hip, I kept my touch just out of reach of anything questionable. “Does my boy want humpies or for Daddy to tickle his penis?”
Paxton jerked and sucked in a breath, and I couldn’t help wondering how close he’d come to orgasming. “Daddy…”
His whine was filled with desperation but not quite enough confidence for me to keep pushing him yet. So I held him and rubbed his thigh as I let him hide from me. “Oh, you were so brave. I liked this experiment but did you like it? It’s okay if I like something you don’t because there are lots of things we’re going to have in common.”
I’d genuinely meant to give him an out so he didn’t have to worry if it turned me on but didn’t do anything for him, but he sighed like he was being tortured. “Why did you have to be nice?”
And my drama queen was back.
“Because I’m kinky but nice.” I shrugged, making him giggle. “I’m not sure I should apologize for that even if you’re feeling like I’m driving you crazy.”
I got another sigh that tickled my neck but he didn’t pull away. “You make it hard to hide, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t going to apologize for making him think about what he wanted either. “I’m not sure those were answers, though.”
His huff made me smile. “I liked it and I don’t appreciate that.”
Paxton was just as nutty as the rest of the town, so I didn’t take it personally. “If we’d set different limits, I would’ve reached between your legs and let you hump my hand.”
Whining, he shivered again and pressed his legs together. “Daddy.”
That was not a no or a yes.
“You’d have liked humpies and I think it would’ve made you feel naughty.” I made sure he could tell that was a good thing just by the tone of my voice, but I eased my hand lower toward his knee. “I think our experiment was a success.”
“No, Daddy.” It took me a second to realize he wasn’t arguing about the experiment.
When I stopped moving my hand, he relaxed again. It wasn’t as helpful as he thought, but it wasn’t terrible as far as communication went. “Should I move my hand back?”
Paxton nodded against my neck but surprised me again. “I…I remember the word, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Turning my head, I kissed his cheek as I caressed higher up his leg again. “Thank you for letting me know you remember the safeword.”
“It…it stops everything.” Repeating what we both knew was actually helpful and gave me a push in what I hoped was the right direction.
“That’s right. It’s important because sometimes saying yes is hard and no might be confusing.” As my hand got to his hip, I kept going and shifted him enough that I was rubbing his ass.
His soft moan said I was on the right track and something about the situation had his worries receding. “I can remember the color, Daddy. I promise.”