Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Pretending to frown, Daddy huffed. “I should’ve realized there was something wrong with it right off the bat, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so mischievous.”
Oh.
Shoot.
I’d do better next time.
“I don’t like that look, Trippy.” Daddy narrowed his eyes and gave me a Daddy face. “We’re going to have good communication, remember?”
Maybe.
Cheek kisses for the win.
Ha.
He sighed.
“Less chaos than your family is my line in the sand.” Daddy wanted to cross his arms and pout but he had to hold me. “My limit, Trippy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I could promise that. “Less chaos. Got it.”
That was easy…they were big naughty most of the time.
“Good communication.” Hmm. Wiggle. Wiggle. “We talked, Daddy, and you saved me.”
That was important and special and very nice.
Daddy groaned.
Ha.
“You have to stop doing that, Trippy.” Daddy didn’t make me promise, so I gave him more kisses. “Cheater.”
Yes.
Ha.
“Okay, more conversations, then we’ll call it good communication.” Daddy liked my wiggles but he had to take a big breath. “Do you have any limits on having inside happy time with Daddy?”
“Hmm…” Think. Think. Think. Ha. Naughty Pooh Bear. “Daddy inside me. I’ll share later.”
More thinking.
More thinking.
Good communication needed limits so Daddy didn’t worry.
Had to find limits.
“Lots of kisses. Get to come.” Something else. Something else. “Oh, I get to be sticky?”
Daddy blinked and frowned and blinked. “You want me to get you sticky inside?”
“Yes.” Thinking Daddy time. “Daddy has limits too.”
“We both have limits.” Daddy gave me cheek kisses that time. “I was at the doctor—”
“Last month. Last month. I know.” Daddy all safe. “Me too. Ready for Daddy.”
No laugh.
No laugh.
Daddy took a big breath.
“When were you tested, Trippy?”
Ha.
Good boy.
Not because I was a naughty spy.
“Summer, Daddy.”
I frowned and pretended to be Enzo.
“Go get tested, that’s not what an open relationship means.” Enzo got cranky. Lots and lots of cranky. “All good, Daddy.”
“The TV girl. Lord, Trippy. I’m going to have to keep you just to make sure you don’t start dating again. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
Yep.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Kiss. Kiss. “No take backs.”
Ha.
Daddy had to keep me.
Frowny face.
Frowny face.
“That wasn’t something you should’ve thanked me for.”
Daddy was silly.
“Your turn. Limits.”
Distracted Daddy.
Ha.
“Yes, my limits.” More big breaths. Daddy was so funny. “I want to make you sticky and we can talk about taking turns later. I like all your limits, so why don’t we go get a shower and we’ll go back to bed to cuddle.”
I was so funny too.
“All done.” Ha. Clean inside and out. “I’m fast.”
Daddy groaned. “That was why you were being sneaky in the bathroom and took so long.”
Yep.
All set for Daddy.
“I can’t believe you kept me waiting just to have—” Daddy groaned when I wiggled so I could sit like a cowboy on his lap. “What are you doing?”
“Distracting Daddy.” And I was a good boy since I was honest. “No lies means bigger rewards. You said so. I ’member.”
Huff.
Puff.
Sigh.
“I really don’t think that was what I said.” Daddy knew I won, so I gave him a big boy kiss. “One day I’m not going to let you get away with that.”
Not today.
“Stop giggling.” Daddy tried to frown but I rocked on his lap. “Cheater.”
Yes.
“No…Daddy’s special boy.” Yes. That was nicer. “Does Daddy want kisses?”
Kisses for Daddy.
Gonna look cute and sweet and make Daddy squirm.
“What are you doing?” Daddy moaned when I slid down between his legs and reached for his pants. “Kisses. Got it.”
Daddy wasn’t smart when he wanted happy time.
“That giggle is evil, Trippy.”
“Nooo…” Wide eyes and sweet face made Daddy groan again. “I’m your sweet boy, Daddy.”
Ha.
“When did you learn to be so sneaky and play pretend so well?” Daddy asked questions but Daddy didn’t want the answer, so I got him all free and distracted him. “That’s…fuck…”
“No, it’s kisses.” Right on the tip and then down the sides. Wide eyes. Cute kisses. Sweet boy makes a Daddy moan. “I love kissing Daddy.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
“Brat.” Daddy closed his eyes as I gave him good kisses and licked him like an ice cream cone. “Fuck.”
Nope. Still just kisses and licks and a sweet boy.
“Special kisses for Daddy.” Wrapping my lips around him, I slowly sucked on him and went down, down, down. Hums and happy sounds for happy kisses.
“Fuck. That’s.” Daddy growled and opened his eyes. “Nope. You’re going to make me come and the plan is to make you sticky.”
Daddy liked my kisses.
“Come here.” Daddy was going all Dommy. “Naughty boy.”
Up. Up. Up.
Daddy was strong and held me tight. “I’m not going to let you make me forget who’s in charge here.”
“You, Daddy.” Hmm. Tiny peck. “I like kissing you, Daddy.”
Ha.
Growly Daddy frowned and squeezed my bottom. “I think I need to have a conversation with your bottom about manipulating your Daddy.”
Oh.
Yes.
But I was a good boy and gave him a sad face and a cute pout. “Oh, no.”