Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Hmm…so not as big as he’d been before but still curious about spankings?
“You don’t want me to get something wrong and upset you, do you?” Putting it back on that was always a good way to get information from him, even if it was a bit underhanded. “I’d be very sad if I played the wrong game with my boy.”
His huffing-and-puffing-filled drama lasted all the way upstairs, but it quickly faded as we got to his bedroom. Once I had the door closed and my arms open, it shifted to a needier type of drama as he curled into me again. “I don’t want you to be sad.”
Daddy guilt for the win.
“Then when we play the spanking game and you’re very good for Daddy, can I play with your bottom or are there places I need to avoid tickling and kissing?” The question had him squirming against me, so I decided a little distraction was in order. “You know how much I like kissing you.”
That got a tiny giggle from him, so I shifted my hold and started easing his shirt up his chest. “Let me give you kisses.”
He approved of the distraction and straightened enough for me to take off his T-shirt before reaching for mine. “You too, Daddy.”
There was still an adorable mix of big and little showing on his face and in his tone, but his touch was sure as he mirrored mine and took my shirt off. “I like giving kisses too.”
So this wasn’t going to be just focused on him?
I was good either way because there was something incredible about making him come unraveled in my arms and watching him cry out his pleasure, but feeling confident seemed to mean he wanted to explore as well.
“I’m going to love all your kisses.” Stepping out of my shoes, I slowly reached for his pants to give him a second to think. “And I’m going to love kissing you.”
Wherever he would let me.
We’d mostly steered toward mild bathtub fun just associated with cleaning him, so I didn’t want to talk him in or out of anything. But he’d made it very clear he wanted all-over kisses at the very least, so I didn’t make him repeat himself on that one.
Kisses all over meant pants had to come off at the very least and if we both didn’t realize that, we needed to have more conversations.
God, he’d hate that.
Yes.
He stepped closer to move my hands to his pants faster and reached for mine. “I can help.”
“You’re a good helper.” And a cute little but we’d see what happened with that. “You can help take off my underwear too.”
“Me too.” He gave his hips a wiggle as I slid his pants down to his thighs. “I picked them out for you.”
How he could say something that sexy in such a cute voice I’d never know.
“You did a good job picking them out.” Could I tell him how sexy the tiny briefs looked on him? “I really like them.”
When he beamed and made a happy sound as my jeans slid to the floor, I decided I could shift the praise toward the naughtier side. “They look sexy on you.”
That got an adorable giggle but his smile was wicked as he studied me and gently peeled my boxer briefs down. “You look nice too, Daddy.”
Nice, huh?
As I tried to decide how to respond to that, he snickered. “Nice undies.”
“I think someone is teasing their Daddy.” He tried to give me wide eyes and shake his head, but his laugher kept spilling out and ruining the game. “I see that grin.”
He thought he was hilarious and crashed into me as he let my underwear slide to the ground. “You’re sexy too, Daddy.”
I knew the exact moment he noticed my erection because the giggles stopped and he made a soft sigh. “Yes…Daddy’s sexy too.”
Well, that was good to know.
I wasn’t sure my ego could’ve handled cute.
Thankfully that didn’t seem like it was going to be an issue, and neither was his shyness because he reached for my cock and barely tickled the end with one finger. “If I can kiss, I can touch. Right, Daddy?”
Barely holding back a moan, I nodded and kissed his head. “Yes, if you can kiss, you can touch. I don’t have any limits on kisses or touches from my sexy boy.”
Teddy let out a tiny giggle but most of his focus was on more practical things than my calling him sexy…and the erection waving around in front of me seemed top on his list…even more than his own beautiful erection.
“I get to kiss you.” He seemed to think I needed the reminder as I stepped out of my clothes. “It’s my turn first.”
“I think that’s a good plan.” I was not going to talk him out of exploring me no matter what he seemed to think. “I won’t get distracted trying to kiss you first.”