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)
“I need…I need to open your pants, Daddy.” He managed not to snicker while he was delivering his line, but one sneaked out as he shrugged. “It’s okay. Remember we like penises.”
How was I supposed to respond to that?
“Thank you for reminding me.” Was that a reasonable one? “I’m not worried about penises. Just confused. But I know you’ll explain it.”
He thought that was hilarious too, but managed not to laugh out loud. It took him a few seconds to be able to open his mouth without giving the game away, though. “Yes. I’m your good helper.”
“I appreciate that.” Looking down at my pants like I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, I lifted my hips. “Is this helpful? I want to be a good helper too.”
Shoulders still shaking, he nodded and aimed to look serious. “Yes, Daddy. Good job.”
I managed not to moan or hump his hands as wiggly fingers quickly went to work on my clothes, but he wasn’t worried about driving me insane, so it was harder than he seemed to understand. It only got worse, though, when he released the zipper and shimmied my pants down to my thighs.
“You’re going to explain the head part, right? I’m not sure I understand what’s going on.” Focusing on being funny helped keep some of my desire in check, but he shot that plan to hell when I relaxed back on the blanket and he peeled the front of my underwear down.
He nodded as my cock sprang out, alternating between wanting to clap his hands at getting his prize and feeling very proud of himself.
I could feel that one clearly because he was so distracted the bond eased open again.
My boy was thoroughly enjoying the game, but his random thoughts about being glad I wasn’t a nervous Daddy came through clearly too.
It took me a few seconds to realize nervous Daddies were the ones who didn’t want to play naked games.
He was my mate, so I was game for whatever kinds of games he wanted to play. Mates were always compatible, so as long as I could use logic when it came to magical rules, I knew I didn’t have anything practical to worry about.
Besides, I could feel how excited he was and how the whole situation was hilarious to him. He wasn’t exactly ready to beg for his own attention, but he wanted to play and he was still giggly over the idea of kissing my other head.
Americans had turned English into a fun language in some cases and it seemed like Klynn appreciated that one.
We both appreciated it when he trailed one finger down the length of my shaft and tapped on the end of my erection. “This is your little head, Daddy. It likes attention too, so we need to give him cheek kisses.”
Cheek kisses in this case were gentle pecks on the side of the head where he barely brushed his lips against me. I wasn’t sure what reactions he was looking for but sucking in a breath and my eyes rolling back in my head seemed to be good ones.
“I think you like kisses, Daddy. I knew you would.” My nod seemed to please him as well but that might’ve been because he liked making it hard for me to actually get words out. “But let’s try again to make sure.”
Tucking himself close to my legs, he pushed his ass up to tempt me and started waving it back and forth again. “Practice makes perfect.”
When did trying to kill me become a new game?
“Kisses for Daddy’s cute cheeks.” More pecks had me biting back a moan and I had to force my hips to keep still. “Daddies get lots of kisses.”
I was thoroughly enjoying his plan but the too gentle brush of his lips and the way he was offering up his ass was torture. He knew it too based on the giggles and adorable commentary coming through the bond.
“Daddy’s little cheeks are just as cute as his big cheeks.”
Peck.
Peck.
“Oh, it likes attention. Snuggles for the good cheeks.”
Snuggles meant nuzzling against my cock and kissing up the length of it, alternating between licks and pecks.
“More happies from Daddy’s cute head.”
Happies seemed to be related to the precum his kisses were getting, but considering how long he’d been wiggling against me naked, I thought I’d held everything in check fairly well.
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. But can’t forget the hugs. Daddy likes hugs.”
God.
His hands.
He wrapped one around the base of my shaft, teasing my balls with his fingers as the other one caressed around my groin, giving me hugs and kisses.
I really should’ve asked how long he thought we could play hugs and kisses because my threshold wasn’t as long as he might’ve thought. “Baby…that’s…”
When his giggle came through the bond, I stopped holding back.
“I love your hugs and kisses, baby.”