Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
If his ass was his bottom, what would his nipples be?
“Would your nubbies like soft attention or sparkly attention?” His favorite wording seemed to be on the innocent side no matter what he was actually reading, so I was glad when I got another happy sound and he nodded. “Hmm…are they going to like both?”
Yep.
Flicking my nail over his sensitive peak and giving it a pinch earned me a soft moan and a faint nod. “Daddy…”
“That’s my good boy. Thank you for letting me know what you like.” Just because he understood that communication was important in a logical sense didn’t actually mean he’d do it…and it didn’t mean that he’d give me information in a way I could digest. “I’m so proud of you.”
For sharing and for trusting me.
“More sparkles, Daddy.” He nuzzled, kissing my neck like it was instinctual. “More sparkles?”
“Yes, good boy for asking. More sparkles.” Rewarding his words and the way he’d shown me how much he wanted it, I kissed the side of his head and pinched one nipple. His gasp and the way he pushed his chest up toward my fingers said he hadn’t changed his mind.
He also didn’t seem done with chasing that sparkly feeling, so I shifted to his other nipple and tugged on the tip just enough to get a moan. Switching back and forth, I alternated between pinches and tugs, sometimes flicking the tips and other times giving it a light twist.
There didn’t seem to be anything he didn’t like, but going between soft and hard seemed to turn him on most.
So that was what I did…loving every needy sound, kiss, and wiggle.
“That’s…Daddy…I…” As he started to shake, I knew his orgasm was imminent but I wasn’t sure what else he’d need to get to that point. He’d already gotten a lot closer to it than I’d ever expected and I was just loving how responsive he was.
“That’s right…show me how much you want your tingles…good boy…so sweet for Daddy…” Giving him a few more strokes and pinches, I watched him get even closer to that wonderful edge. “Yes, those pretty sounds are perfect…my good boy needs more rewards.”
Shifting as quickly as I could, I gave one nipple a twist and then as his body was vibrating from the painful pleasure, I wrapped my hand around as much of his cock as I could reach through his clothes.
Perfection.
He cried out louder than I would’ve ever imagined and his body shook as I jerked him off, imagining how soft his skin would be under my hand and how slick his cum would be as I kept the pleasure going. But friction was an issue, so I gentled my touch until I was simply holding him as he relaxed against me.
I wasn’t sure what was going through his head, so I did my best to let him see what I was thinking first. “You were beautiful and I will remember that for the rest of my life, baby.”
Rolling to his side, he curled himself around me and sighed.
Hmm.
“I have decided I don’t like being sticky either.”
Clearly his books had addressed a variety of practical issues…but that didn’t answer any of my questions. “But do you like tingles and sparkles?”
Cuddling tighter, he nodded. “Yes.”
The pout in his voice was adorable and wonderfully Klynn. “I’m glad. I liked playing with you and I liked getting kisses from my boy.”
That had him going very still before he pressed another kiss to my neck. “Oh, more kisses for Daddy.”
He let out a soft, breathy sound that I knew was a giggle. “You’re silly.”
Pretending to huff, I frowned and shook my head. “Never. I’m a very serious Daddy.”
He had the cutest laugh I’d ever heard…but I was going to have to decide which I liked better…his moans or his laughs.
Yes, I was going to have to do copious amounts of research to figure that out.
Chapter 7
Klynn
“I do not know why no one at least attempted to show you the full range of use of such simple things.” I gave him the human shrug as he glared at the shower like it had offended him. “Were you not given a tour?”
I had been assured he would get all the help he needed to adapt to our world.
“Technically I was given a tour.” Still frowning, my human was not happy as he studied the shower. “But the young mage who showed me the room didn’t think much of anyone who couldn’t do magic.”
Ah.
“We have a certain subset of individuals that are…not polite.” I wasn’t sure what crossed over into being described as rude, but their behavior was not appropriate for newcomers.
Giving me a glance I could not define, my human did the shrug as well. “I was surprised you didn’t show me around that first day.”
We’d gone from the tented area his people called a rest stop to town, but at that point we had been separated into smaller groups.