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)
Not sure if I was doing it right, I thought about how good he was making me feel and what a wonderful mate he was and how cute he was. I tried to keep my thoughts PG-13, but considering where he was kissing, I probably failed at that goal.
Klynn was enjoying it, though, so I decided not to worry about it.
“All Daddy’s cheeks like attention but it’s time for big boy kisses.”
He warned me, but I wasn’t prepared for his lips to wrap around the head of my cock and for him to start French-kissing my slit. The random big boys use their tongues thoughts were technically distracting but in the best possible way and just jacked up the heat level of the whole scene.
I tried to make it last, but that just wasn’t a reasonable goal.
His fingers…
His tongue…
His adorably sexy thoughts about pleasing me…
“Fuck.”
That technically wasn’t a warning but he radiated pride and delight as I came, exploding into his mouth. He swallowed my cum, nursing on the end of my cock like it was a binkie until I went as boneless as my dick had gone…and I thanked anyone listening in the universe that I wasn’t as sensitive after an orgasm as some men.
Klynn was grinning ear to ear as he wiggled up my body and stretched out over me, not seeming to notice how his hard cock was nestled against my soft one. “I gave you kisses.”
Oh yes he had.
“I like the kisses game, but the big head needs kisses too.” Puckering my lips had him stretching up to kiss me before settling back down on my chest again. “I’m going to like playing all kinds of games with you.”
Because I had a feeling he had a lot of catching up to do when it came to playtime and some of that was going to shift into a naughtier direction given that we were mates.
“I like playing.” Doing a happy dance, he turned his head to rest his cheek on my chest. “And I liked having an adventure date with you, Daddy.”
He managed not to yawn but for magic only knew what reason I could hear it in my head. “I heard that.”
Klynn blinked, widening his eyes again. “What, Daddy?”
“You are a silly little dragon if you thought I was going to miss how tired you are.” Lifting my head, I kissed his cheek. “Let’s finish our date with bubbles and a bedtime story. It’s my turn and you need to tell me more about the castle.”
Groaning as good as any diner man would’ve, he slowly sat up and pouted. “I’m not done yet.”
Really?
That was what he was going with?
“What else did you need to do?” I couldn’t wait to hear whatever he came up with, but I was pretty sure it was going to take a while, so I sat up and tucked my dick back in my pants, straightening my clothes.
“I…I need to show you stuff, Daddy.” He perked up, thinking that was the perfect response.
“Stuff?” Wondering what kind of stuff he could mean, I put the books and the rest of the cookies back in my bag. “Can we throw out the milk in one of these trashcans or will it attract bugs?”
Or dinosaurs.
They were pretty good about protecting people from wandering things with teeth, but I didn’t want to make anyone’s job harder than it needed to be.
Klynn looked up and waved his hands. “Shields, Daddy.”
Perfect.
“Alright, do you need help putting on your clothes while I put the rest of the milk in the trashcans?” Throwing himself back on the blanket and whining wasn’t really an answer, so I decided to let him think about the answer as I finished cleaning up.
Sometimes it was hard for a tired little to realize just how tired they were…and that seemed to go double for tired little dragons.
Chapter 27
Klynn
Why did he always look like he was being a sneaky little even when he was acting in a grown-up capacity?
Was it an odd date behavior I didn’t understand?
Most of my books had not addressed the concept of a double date even if my mate thought it was a perfectly reasonable part of their culture. I wasn’t sure if it was a trope Lorne didn’t like reading about or just a concept that was not popular in fiction, but it was confusing.
“Yes?” I thought acknowledging the way Wren was studying me was polite but his sigh said I might’ve been incorrect.
“What else should I have said?”
Reaching through the bond for my mate was becoming second nature to me but he always went still and had to think first. It frustrated him but I thought it was cute…which also frustrated him because for some reason he thought a Daddy shouldn’t be cute when being a mate.
“I think he’s worried about something or overthinking it. The way he’s moving and his micro-expressions are sending mixed signals.”