Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Ah.
Yes, I could see why that had been funny.
“Please warn me if the geese will explode.”
Nothing on Earth would surprise me, but his renewed giggles said I probably didn’t need to worry about bomb birds.
I couldn’t decide if it would be dangerous, messy, or just inconvenient but my wandering thoughts kept Wren smiling and filling our bond with happy feelings as his body slowly relaxed. The bomb bird thoughts may have kept him awake but I thought it might’ve also been his teasing and the way he kept showing me my own erection.
He was relaxed, silly, and naughty…and thoroughly enjoying confusing me just enough to make me want to frown at him.
Penis.
Giggle.
Bomb bird.
Penis.
Giggle.
Bomb bird.
By the time he was finished with his bottle, his eyes were refusing to open but his mouth wasn’t done sucking. That became incredibly obvious when he sighed and rolled over so his head was resting on my lap.
My silly monkey then opened his mouth like a baby bird or one of his exploding ones, and whined.
He whined.
For my erection.
Littles needed to come with more instructions.
The diner men seemed to think they’d been very helpful but I was going to have to disagree with them. I couldn’t disagree with my sweet and slightly bossy mate, though, when he was so cute. So I did a very Daddy-like behavior and gave him what he was begging for.
I’d seen the other Daddies do it numerous times for a variety of reasons from cake to closet time, so I knew it was part of the game. I just wasn’t sure how often he was supposed to get what he wanted.
Figuring that out would have to wait, though.
Easing my cock out of my pants got happy sighs and wiggles from my tired boy, but as soon as his lips wrapped around my cock, I knew thinking was done for both of us.
His mouth was distracting.
So were his sighs and the faint happy thoughts coming through the bond.
My Wren enjoyed sucking on his binkie and his Daddy, and based on his wandering thoughts, he planned on talking me into this activity as much as possible.
The idea was arousing and worrying because I wasn’t sure what the rules of the game were.
Was I supposed to be patient while he fell asleep sucking on me?
Was I supposed to do my best to stay soft? Hard?
Where were orgasms intended in the game?
His physical arousal signals were low and his penis was only half hard when I’d put him in the diaper, but did that mean he would not want an orgasm?
Was I supposed to do my best to arouse him?
I was definitely doing my best to keep my thoughts to myself and prevent them from going through the bond, but that was harder than I expected because our bond was usually completely open. I hadn’t even realized how often I projected my thoughts until I’d done my best to keep them to myself.
Wren seemed to be so tired he hadn’t noticed my mostly quiet mind, but it also may have been because of his own distracted and fragmented thoughts. When he could focus them, they were solely focused on my cock and the pleasure of sucking.
As much as I tried to keep my thoughts to how much I loved my mate and how I wanted to take care of him in any way possible, he was my mate and I did find him attractive and arousing and adorably mischievous…all of which increased my desire.
Along with the sucking.
If the game was for me not to react, he never gave me any indication of it because as he slowly sucked, barely bobbing his head to focus on the top part of my cock, he snuggled closer to wrap his hand around it like I was one of his stuffed animals…and that did not help my ability to keep my desire in check.
As I got closer to my own orgasm, I stroked his head and sent love through the bond, trying to get his attention without waking him up fully.
“My sweet boy. My mate.”
That got a soft, pleased sound but it also had his hand tightening and his hum sent waves of pleasure vibrating up through my erection.
It hadn’t worked out as I’d intended, but it was an indication that my mate did not mind my own pleasures.
“So beautiful and so sweet. You’re so good to your Daddy.”
Barely letting my desire escape through the bond, I did my best to make sure he understood the consequences of sucking.
His happy sound that time was almost a moan, but his personal desire for erotic touch was low. So I continued to stroke his head and back, ignoring everything else in favor of sharing my love with him through the bond.
When my love and my orgasm were at their peak, I slid my finger into his mouth to try to break the seal, but he gave an insistent grunt and took me deeper. Even without the bond it was easy to see what he wanted, so I stopped fighting the pleasure his mouth gave me and the beauty his love gave me and let my orgasm overtake me.