Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
His enthusiasm, verbal and physical, was making it incredibly hard to remember why just moments before I’d been worried. There was no reason to be worried because Daddy was touching me and making sexy sounds and clearly imagining making both of us feel even better. “I…please, Daddy.”
“Does my sweet boy want more?” Pushing his hips up, Daddy rocked and rubbed our cocks together, getting even more of the sounds he wanted from me. “That’s right. Such a good boy. That’s exactly what I want.”
I loved being Daddy’s good boy.
“Oh, I felt that, baby.” Chuckling softly, Daddy rewarded me for sharing my happiness with him by rubbing against me again. “You’re so sexy but I’m so proud of you. It’s not easy to share all those special emotions with someone new. Even though I’m your mate and your Daddy. So proud of you. Yes, let me hear all that pleasure too.”
Daddy liked knowing he was the best…I’d forgotten that part.
There was just so much to remember and he made it hard to keep it all straight when he was making me feel so good.
“Let me feel how hard you are.” Daddy moaned as I rocked against him and humped him faster. “Yes. That’s right.”
Daddy shivered and his hands tightened on me. “Fu—”
Biting back a curse, Daddy sighed. “Good boy.”
Giggling, I went faster and ground myself harder against him, loving the way it made him fight back naughty words. “That’s…da—”
Daddy had a potty mouth when he was happy.
Trying to hide my giggles, I kissed his neck to find his good spots and I found one right under his ear.
“That’s cheating.” He was trying to sound stern but I could feel his happies coming through. “You can’t…da—”
I could.
And I would.
I was his mate, so that meant I got to kiss him and wiggle on him and make him feel good even if he grumbled about me cheating again when I nibbled on his earlobe.
“Fuck.” He groaned as the word slipped out. “Da—I’m trying to be good here.”
I wasn’t sure he was trying very hard, so I helped him work on his self-restraint. Practice made perfect, so I wiggled and rocked and nibbled. But Daddy was devious and kept massaging me and hugging me and rocking too.
But that was okay because every time I moaned he let out more naughty words.
So even when I started to shake and I forgot to keep nibbling, I wasn’t worried. I’d won because he followed me right over.
“Fuck.”
Yep.
I was the winner.
And I got to come.
And I got more cuddles.
And I got sticky once I stopped wiggling.
“Daddy?” Yawning, I squirmed against him.
“Yes, peanut?” That nickname was so silly I giggled. He huffed. “I like that one. It’s cute.”
He was cute.
“I’m sticky. And I need a drink of water. And I need a blanket. Tired cuddles need a blanket.” He needed to know that and I’d forgotten to tell him. “I like bubbles, Daddy.”
They made everyone not sticky.
I didn’t like being sticky.
Daddy chuckled and kissed my head. “I can get all of that fixed for you. We’re going to get you out of your sticky undies. Then we’re going to get you a drink of water while we fill up the tub with bubbles.”
Daddy made good plans.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Having a planner Daddy was nice. “Then we’ll cuddle?”
“Yes.” Daddy was very sure. “Blanket cuddles in bed right after bathtime.”
“With bubbles.” I liked bubbles. “Everyone likes bubbles.”
“They do. That’s why there are so many different types. Everyone likes them.” Daddy kissed my head and rolled me off him. “And every kind of little and Daddy and even lots of other people like cartoons and being read to.”
Nodding, I made my eyes open and sat up when I felt Daddy move. “My eyes are heavy.”
“Because you’ve had a long day.” Daddy picked me up and laughed when I squeaked. “Come here, silly boy.”
“I’m not silly. You’re strong.” I forgot Daddy was a dragon.
Hmm…maybe I was silly.
“Both of those things can be true at the same time.” Daddy shrugged. “So I’m still right.”
Daddy liked being right.
He liked carrying me.
He liked kissing my head.
“You’re still silly too, Daddy.” He was smart, though, because he put me down in the bathroom before I could snuggle and rest my head on his shoulder.
He shrugged. “Nothing I can do about that, so you’re just going to have to figure out a way to deal with it. That’s just what mates do.”
“Mates are mates.” My shrug made Daddy snicker. “Until mates get a hammer dropped on their head and then they get weird.”
Daddy’s eyes got wide as he reached for my shirt. “Who had a hammer drop on their head?”
“The man.” Hammers were hard and heads were messy. “He’s okay now but the bonk made him weird and then his mate wanted to hit him on the head too.”