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)
Daddy would need a doctor if he got attacked by my penis.
“Lots of attention, Daddy. Promise.” I liked giving him attention but he didn’t have to worry. “You’ll be okay. My penis likes you.”
It liked him a lot.
It always had.
“Thank you.” Daddy leaned over and kissed the back of my head. “I trust you, Chipmunk.”
He needed to trust my penis, not me, I was kind of sneaky.
Oh wow.
Daddy was sneaky too.
His hand came down and made a smacky sound and then heat flashed through me and my penis tried to get attention, but Daddy and me were both too distracted to give him any.
He’d wait.
Wow.
I got another one.
I matched.
That was much better.
“That’s my good boy.” Daddy’s soft voice made me realize I was wiggling and moaning. “So sweet and sexy. That’s right. Hump my lap. It’ll make it all feel even better.”
How did he know it felt good?
How did he know humping would make it feel even better?
“I need…that’s…”
Yes.
“That’s right. My boy needs another spanking. That’s right.”
Smack.
Flash.
Hump.
Smack.
Flash.
Hump.
Smack.
Flash.
Hump.
Daddy made the best game and the best sounds and the best orgasm.
I went faster and he spanked faster and then boom.
He sent fireworks through me and I chased the fireworks and then I was all done.
“I…”
Yes.
That.
“Try again, Chipmunk. What do you need, hmm?” Daddy was giving me big pets like I was a puppy and it felt really good but my whole body was too heavy to move and that just broke my mouth.
Yep.
It was broken.
Oh well.
All done.
Daddy chuckled. “I think my boy needs a nap.”
That’s what I said.
Yep.
Later.
I was.
He’d.
Later came too soon.
“You moved me.” Aww. “That’s cheating.”
Levi snuggled around me, kissing the back of my neck.
“You put clothes on. That’s cheating too.”
Chuckling, he kissed me again. “I wasn’t going to walk around your house naked just in case, and I wanted to get a washcloth to clean you up. So I put my pants on.”
“That’s tragic, but I understand.” Being dramatic got me more kisses and kept me from having to answer questions, so it was a win-win situation. “I don’t approve, but I understand.”
I approved of not being sticky, though, and of having a giggly Daddy.
“Do you approve of spankings, though?” The snicker he let out when I nodded had me wondering if smothering him would be justifiable homicide. “I’m glad.”
Ugh.
He was going to make me talk.
“You don’t have to worry.” He’d worry and he’d get grumpy and it would be all dramatic. “I knew I’d like it.”
It would definitely be justifiable if he kept giggling.
“Yep, you were so confident about that you hid from it by being little. It makes perfect sense.” Since we both knew why it happened and that it was logical, he gave me another kiss and stopped cheating. “Naps make perfect sense too.”
That definitely made sense.
“Nap with me, Daddy?” He nodded against me, kissing and nuzzling, and it was perfect but something felt weird. “What am I covered with?”
He snorted.
“A fucking towel. You don’t have any blankets. Who the fuck gets to move out without someone giving them decorative blankets? It’s a fucking rite of passage.”
Oh.
“My mother gave me crystals.” His utter silence said a lot. “She said they were more helpful than blankets I’d never use.”
He tried to be polite.
He really did.
His sigh said more than the silence had, though.
“I’m going to buy you a blanket for Christmas.”
Clearly Daddy didn’t agree with her logic.
Chapter 17
Levi
“Do I need to tell you it’s going to be fine again?” For someone who didn’t seem to have more than five outfits, it’d taken him an hour to get ready.
It was really cute, but my favorite part was the way he glared at me like I was crazy. “No.”
“Do you need to rewrap anything?” We’d done that twice in twenty-four hours, so the what the fuck expression was cute too. “Do you need to walk an imaginary dog or color me another picture?”
We’d done that too.
Chipmunk had decided that we needed to practice taking a dog on a walk to see if we wanted to get one.
The outcome…no…imaginary dogs stopped too much to pee and that wasn’t fun.
As he opened his mouth with that same expression on his face, I raised one eyebrow and stopped him before he could dig the hole any deeper. “I expect honesty and politeness from my partner.”
He took a deep breath and then fell back on the bed with a dramatic groan. “They’re going to hate me. I souped you.”
That was what this was about?
“First of all, they’re very excited to meet you. Second, Gary thought it was a genius move and I’m pretty sure Dante and Angel thought I was doing it to myself as some kind of torture.” I’d been a big enough pain in the ass to everyone that I could see how they’d come to that conclusion.
Peeking his eyes open, Chipmunk pouted. “I was mean to you.”