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)
Oh, that got more happy tushy wags and a wicked giggle.
Sexy as fuck.
“Yes, Daddy’s good cocksucker. You’re going to…I’m going to…” God. He was so cute.
And so mischievous.
He pulled off just long enough to take a deep breath and then took every inch in one smooth and sexy as fuck motion. I knew what he wanted, so I stopped holding back and let him pull my orgasm from me.
He was the sexiest sub I’d ever seen as he swallowed every drop of my cum, but he was also the cutest little I’d ever seen as he finally released my softening cock, giggling as he threw himself at me. “I’m the best cocksucker, Daddy. And I’m all yours.”
Finally laughing, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back into my chest as I stretched us both out on the bed again. “You are the best cocksucker and you’re definitely all mine. I’m never going to let you forget that either.”
“Never.” His kiss was enthusiastic and filled with laughter as he rested his forehead against mine. “You kissed your cream, Daddy.”
He thought that was funny too.
“Daddy makes the best cream. What can I say?” My ridiculous response got more giggles from him, and I could almost see the last big parts he’d been desperately clinging to fading away right in front of my eyes. “Daddy also reads the best books. Should we get cleaned up and cuddle?”
“Yes.” His eyes went wide and he smiled like that was the best idea he’d ever seen. “I like books. And snuggling, Daddy.”
“Then let’s get your jammies on and we’ll play.” Stealing one last cheek kiss as he nearly killed me scrambling off the bed, my grunt got another adorable sound from Terrence.
“Silly Daddy. Hurry. It’s book time.” Terrence had clearly gotten a second wind from his orgasm and nap, and it looked like now he was ready to play and forget all about grown-up things like grabby-ass uncles and relatives with no common sense whatsoever.
“I’ll hurry.” But we were both dirty and I was still wearing half my clothes. “I need to get clean first. I’m sticky.”
“Sticky.” He snickered, bouncing on his knees at the end of the bed. “You can get me clean and read me a book, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” My dry response had him cracking up as he flopped over on the bed. “Silly goose.”
“Silly Daddy.” Repeating my own phrase back at me was clearly hilarious too because he was racked by the giggles as he rolled over onto his back. “Silly goose.”
He was going to crash once he got through his second wind…so with that in mind, I decided to get us all cleaned up for bed first…just in case. “Yes, you’re the silly goose.”
As he laughed, I climbed off the end of the bed and wrapped my arms around my giggly boy. “My sticky goose.”
That didn’t help him get himself under control, but that hadn’t been my goal, so I just tried not to laugh along with him.
Two of us doing nothing but rolling around with laughter would just leave him sticky and with no books being read.
“Upsy-daisy.” Scooping him up, I walked him into the bathroom before setting him down by the sink. “A sticky daisy.”
He was somehow covered in enough cum to have been from both of us and looked like he’d been flooded by some kind of monster from one of Leander’s books.
We’d heard about the monsters too…but we’d all had to do some research on that.
But human cum was easy enough to clean up, so all it took to get him fixed up was warm water and a washcloth since he didn’t seem to be thinking about another shower. “All clean.”
Teeth came next, but that went quickly because he wanted books more than he wanted to distract me.
“Now jammies?” His uncontrollable giggles had finally faded and he was slipping into a snuggly headspace that said bedtime wouldn’t be far behind.
“Now potty then jammies.” Just in case he fell asleep faster than I expected.
And when all he did was nod and turn to walk towards the toilet, I knew it’d been a good call.
“Now jammies and then we should pick out a stuffed animal to snuggle with.” Leading him back into the bedroom and over to his clothes, I kissed his head. “Which one do you think would like to read with us?”
Thinking was hard and he was fully dressed again before he’d decided that his construction bear should be the one to hang out with us. “He might get lonely.”
Sounded like reasonable logic to me, so I nodded. “I think that’s a good plan. Do you need any water while we’re getting him?”
That took more thought and a frown as we made our way to the living room. “Do you have a sippy cup? A bottle? A straw?”