Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He chuckled, giving me another spank that had my dick getting harder again. “I’ve created a monster.”
When I only nodded, he hugged me tight. “Last night after I got you cleaned up and tucked in, I snuggled up next to you and kissed your head…then I jerked off knowing that I was the luckiest Dom in the world.”
It wasn’t really funny, but I was just worked up enough that my little side peeked out and I giggled. Daddy chuckled. “I know. It’s hilarious. You got your happy and then I got mine.”
That did not help my little side stay tucked away where he belonged. “Daddy…”
His chest jerked in silent laughter, but he didn’t giggle out loud anymore. When he let out a long breath, I smiled. “What? I’m very serious about happies. It’s a very important and grown-up topic.”
Pressing my face against his chest, I managed to only giggle a little bit…but it was so hard. When I made it stop, I knew if I looked at him I’d start all over again, so I kept hiding. “Did you really?”
He might’ve been just being silly.
“Yep.” He popped the sound and that made me laugh again. “It was a very nice happy too.”
Somehow he always threw my plans right out the window.
When I managed to catch my breath and knew I could be serious, I let out a deep breath. “I’m pretty sure I came out here to make it up to you, though. So now I don’t know what to do.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my head again. “Well, now you know you don’t have to make anything up to me, so we just get to do whatever we want. That might be happy time or breakfast. Happies or pancakes or happies and waffles…either way sounds like a good start to the day.”
I just groaned because now I was hard and hungry. “Daddy, you’re being difficult.”
He couldn’t help himself…he started snickering again.
He really was naughty.
“I’m being very sweet and generous and saying my boy doesn’t have to do anything to make me happy.” Daddy nearly giggled as he said the silly word again. “I’m the most generous Daddy ever.”
My huff made his chest jerk but he managed to giggle quietly that time.
“Daddy…” Now what? “What if I didn’t want to make it up to you but I wanted to be very greedy and have a very specific type of happy from you?”
Daddy’s hands slid down my back and squeezed my ass. “I think I should encourage my boy to ask for what he wants and if he’s very clear about that, well, I’d be very proud of him.”
Because I had the best Daddy ever.
Arching my butt out so he’d know I wanted him to keep playing with it, I stopped hiding and stretched up to kiss his cheek…before hiding against his neck.
It was progress.
“I like that you’d be proud of me, Daddy.” Kissing his cheek again, I managed not to hide as much that time and it looked like I was just cuddling into him. “Would you make love to me, Daddy Gray?”
The way he squeezed me tight said Daddy was on board with the plan, but I couldn’t help whispering. “If you fuck me hard, I’ll probably even remember better to call you just Gray when we go out later.”
Daddy couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or groan. He finally settled on smacking my butt again. “Cheeky boy.”
Yep, but I was his cheeky boy.
As he caressed over the area he’d spanked, he kissed my cheek and inched his fingers closer to where I was achingly empty. “Well, I probably should do everything in my power to make sure the only people we embarrass are your relatives and mine, so I’m going to have to do my best to make sure you remember my name.”
Giggling probably wasn’t the right response, but it was either that or say yay…and knowing that either way he wouldn’t get mad at me or tell me I was weird had me kissing his cheek. “Thank you, Gray. See? Just thinking about it is making it easier to remember.”
Now he was the one giggling.
Wrapping his arms around me tight, he rolled us over in bed and pinned me against the mattress as he proved that he had been naked under the covers. “Your memory is fascinating, baby.”
As I grinned, he kissed my nose and rested his forehead against mine. “Everything about you is fascinating.”
“Not weird?” I hadn’t really meant to ask that, but the words popped out anyway.
Daddy’s grin faded into a soft smile and he kissed me again. “Normal is very overrated, baby. But you are never bad weird. You’re an artist and you’re supposed to see the world differently. You wouldn’t be you without the wonderful bits that make me smile.”
I’d have hugged him if he hadn’t still had me pinned to the bed. But since I was stuck and had no desire to move, I just lifted my head and gave him a kiss that time. “Thank you, Daddy.”