Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Daddy…” I clung to his arms as my knees went wobbly, and I was glad when his arms braced me against his chest but frustrated too.
“Come here, ketzel.” He started to turn me toward the tub until I stroked over his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
“Let me help?” When he nodded, I ran my hands over his chest until I reached the buttons on his shirt. “This was so distracting at dinner. Every time you moved your arms your chest flexed and I just wanted to throw myself at you.”
And lick him.
But that thought made it hard to focus, so I stayed on track and didn’t fantasize about his chest anymore as I worked my way down the buttons. “This has been the perfect day.”
I pressed a kiss to his collarbone as I opened his shirt, framing his chest. “Can I take off your pants, Daddy? The shirt is tucked in.”
Of course, that was the only reason I was eager to get my hands on his belt.
He groaned, nodding with a hungry expression. “Yes, ketzel. But be a good boy.”
I was going to take that to mean I shouldn’t get too distracted when I was taking off his pants, so I didn’t worry about slightly wandery fingers as I released his belt. Or when I opened the button. Or when I eased the zipper down over his erection.
I was such a good boy.
Daddy’s moan said so.
Chapter 7
Arthur
He was pure temptation, and I was going to thoroughly enjoy spanking my naughty boy…especially if he made me come just by taking off my pants.
Stepping out of them gave me a moment to catch my breath, but just as quickly he’d taken off my socks and his hands were back caressing around the waistband of my boxer briefs as he inched them down. This time the problem wasn’t so much his gentle caresses but the sexy noises he was making and the way he was licking his lips again.
God, did he know how fucking distracting that was?
As my cock sprang out and he did it again, I knew I was going to dream about his mouth and about every sexy thing I could do to pull more of those needy sounds from my sweet boy. I added the image of him kneeling to that list as he sank gracefully down in front of me, trailing his fingers down my legs as he helped my underwear along to the floor.
He was such a helpful boy.
It was definitely going to be another reason he got spanked later…I just had to figure out how to word it so that it wouldn’t come back and bite me in the ass. He was too smart for my own good.
His hungry look scanned up my body as I stepped out of the fabric, finally naked for him. I thought I was going to get a reprieve, but he used what had to be a liberal definition of being good to run his hands up my body as he rose. “Thank you for letting me help, Daddy.”
Pushing every button I had seemed to be his goal, and I could only assume he was making sure he got his spanking later.
“You’re welcome, ketzel.” And I was going to show him just how much when he was stretched out over my lap later.
Deciding he’d gotten enough play time, I wrapped my arms around him, bringing his hands so they were trapped behind his back. That had my naughty boy sucking in a breath as his eyes almost rolled back in his head.
It was good to see that he’d been honest about what he liked in a scene.
“You weren’t trying to make me come, were you, ketzel?” My serious tone wasn’t helping him hold back his desire, and it took him several long moments to get an answer formed.
“No, Daddy.” His wonderfully done innocence wasn’t believable in the slightest, especially with the way he kept rocking against me to rub our dicks together. “I was trying to be very good.”
We clearly had different definitions for that word, but we were going to use mine later.
“That’s good to know.” Giving him a tender kiss, I kept it light as I softly explored his lips. When I finally pulled away, I gave him one last peck. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your orgasm later for being naughty.”
He groaned quietly, trying to keep his drama in check as he still aimed for innocent. “Thank you for watching out for me, Daddy. I’m going to remember that. I promise.”
It was said so sweetly…but it sounded like a naughty threat from my wicked boy.
“Such a good boy.” Stroking my hand over one ass cheek, I gave it a squeeze as a reminder about what was coming later. “I’m going to remember how you’ve been taking care of me.”