Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“So I can play with my toys and orgasm? And get noodles?” He seemed to think getting all three in one night was amazing, but it seemed like a low bar to me.
“Yes, and speaking of fun things to play with, let’s find yours.” They couldn’t have gone far. “Show me where you usually keep your grown-up toys.”
“I’ve got a box.” That was all I got from Terrence until I released my hold on him enough for him to think about more than just noodles and his orgasm. “It’s…it’s usually on my bed or my nightstand.”
And knowing Terrence, it’d probably been a very subtle box, but I had to ask anyway. “What does the box look like?”
“Um, it’s got pretty penises on it and it’s square.” Terrence’s description had me fighting the urge to shake my head, but it was enough to give me a good start on fixing the problem.
“It’s behind your pillows, cutie.” I was beginning to think he really did need his afternoon orgasm. “See?”
No.
It took several more blinks and a deep breath for some reason to actually make him see the bright purple box with the colorful penises on it. “Stencils are evil.”
“I didn’t do it.” Terrence shrugged. “And for some reason Leander is convinced that’s a safeword but you have to promise not to agree with him. I don’t care what you really think. You just have to be on my side when other people are being dramatic.”
I shouldn’t have.
I should’ve made him work for it.
I was a slut who was entirely too easy.
I laughed.
Terrence tipped back into me and sighed like he’d just been fucked by the best dick ever. “I knew that would be good.”
“Did you just come?” He was the sexiest little attention whore, so I wasn’t sure what answer to expect.
“Don’t worry. It was a dry one but it was good.” Cocking his head, he made another pleased sound. “I need cuddles and kisses after any kind of orgasmic pleasure. That’s going to be in my aftercare instructions.”
“I can handle that.” Hugging him tighter, I kissed his neck and fought off a laugh as he let out another pleased as fuck sigh. “You only get one freebie, though, so remember that.”
“Deal.” Terrence clearly wasn’t worried but he made it up by snuggling against me and rubbing his ass on my erection. “The next one needs to be wet, though.”
“We’re going to need to talk about what kind of dirty talk you like.” Very quickly.
He giggled. “Did you want to call me your slut?”
Since he didn’t seem to have a problem with that, I nibbled on his ear and hummed approvingly. “Yes.”
“You’re so cute.” Terrence made it sound like I was adorable, so I knew I wouldn’t get whatever he was thinking.
“Thank you.” Yep, I was just going to accept the compliment and move on. “But before you flatter me too much, you need another orgasm.”
Or a first one depending on what we were actually counting.
“Show me what’s in your box.” He seemed fairly steady, but as I relaxed my hold on him, I stayed close just in case.
Yeah, he had a very smart Daddy.
His legs started to go wobbly after a few steps but I kept him safe as we made it over to the bed, and he greedily dragged his box out from behind the pillows. “They’re so sneaky.”
No, he was just oblivious.
“We found it.” Just hearing that got a happy wiggle from him, but I managed to keep him upright until he was safely sitting on the bed. “Show-and-tell.”
His giggle wasn’t as grown-up as it’d been before, but that was all right with me. “I got toys.”
“I’ve heard.” And we were going to fix that problem too…with either soundproofing or figuring out who was allowed in the house during the afternoon. “But now you’re going to show me your favorite. No glitter, though.”
I was not willing to deal with that.
Terrence’s eyes went wide as he frowned and shook his head. “No. Sparkly poops are bad.”
Agreed.
“I’m glad you understand that.” But as he opened the box, I could see how he’d gotten tempted. It looked very pretty and very sparkly…but the damned thing must have come from Wish because even in the safety of a Ziploc bag, it was shedding sparkles everywhere.
“It’s pretty.” His sigh said he realized the but that should follow that statement was significant.
“You’ve got other ones that are safer.” And less messy. “Which one did you use the other day?”
“Oh.” Pouting, Terrence sighed. “I thought I was quiet.”
That was so ridiculous it didn’t need a comment. “Show me.”
His huff said he knew it too. “Leander is a pain in the butt when he’s right.”
I managed not to laugh, but it was a close one. Terrence barely missed it with his drama as he dug in his goodie box, but he studied me carefully when he finally looked up again. “You wanted to laugh.”