Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Milo must’ve realized that, though, because he giggled as his finger happened to glide over my nipple. Even through the fabric, I could still feel his caress and shivered, which, of course, delighted him. “Bed cuddles?”
His teasing tone and barely controlled laughter said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I reached down and gave his bottom a pop, but it just had his giggles escaping again. “I should tell you no and have us go sit down on the big chair.”
Snickering, he shook his head. “No, Daddy likes wiggles and bed cuddles.”
So did my boy.
“Are you sure?” His response was to give me a wiggle that rubbed his body against my poorly concealed erection. “Yes, you’re sure.”
Shaking, Milo held back his laughter but he nodded and kept teasing me. “I’m smart, Daddy.”
“And good at teasing your Daddy.” My dry retort came with a faint moan that he loved. Something about it sent a shiver through him, so I spanked him over his pants again just to drive him crazy. “Naughty boy.”
He tried to look serious and shake his head, but his happy sounds kept it from looking believable at all. “Good…good boy, Daddy.”
Sure he was.
“Come here, silly goose. Cuddle time.” His grin got wider as I led him into the bedroom and over to the bed, and he was so excited he made me chuckle. “Yes, bed cuddles for my snuggly boy.”
As he threw his arms around me and hugged me tight, I kissed his head and decided to try something new. “Thank you, baby.”
Giving him one more peck as he pulled back, I nodded toward his arms. “Hands up.”
There was no reason to start clothed and pretend that I wasn’t going to end up playing with him. Wrestling his dick free one-handed was ridiculous and took him out of the moment. I thought it was a reasonable decision but Milo’s eyes went wide and he let out a wicked giggle. “Naughty Daddy.”
Practical Daddy.
But I shrugged and gave him a sly smile as I started stripping his clothes off. “But you’re my boy and I want to cuddle you.”
He thought I was naughty and ridiculous, but he made getting naked easy and his cock thoroughly approved of the plan. Milo spent the whole time alternating between giggling and shaking his head, though.
Somehow, he seemed to be under the impression I should’ve been more subtle.
He seemed to be forgetting who he was talking to…and who was going to be feeding him…because subtle was not my middle name. According to my family, it was asshole, and according to Milo, it was naughty.
Either way…not subtle.
Chapter 19
Milo
He was so naughty.
But I was a good boy and good boys didn’t argue with their Daddies.
Nope.
They were polite or they said their colors…so I had to be polite…and that meant I needed to be a good helper and make sure Daddy got the cuddles he needed. So when Daddy got me naked, I reached for his shirt. “Daddy too.”
I shrugged when he tried not to laugh. “I’m your good boy.”
He let me get him naked and was very fast. “I think I missed part of the logic, but I’m a good Daddy and I’m not going to argue with my boy.”
That was my rule.
He was so silly.
“You’re naughty.” And funny because his smile got bigger and bigger. “I’m the good boy.”
Daddy shook his head as I helped him with his pants. “Nope. I’m the good boy. I’m being very agreeable.”
Cause he was getting the naughty stuff that he wanted.
Yep, he was naughty, but I was his good boy and was very nice.
Nice boys didn’t argue when their Daddies were silly or naughty or naked…and they probably didn’t tell their Daddies they were being silly, so I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. You’re a good boy.”
He laughed as he stepped out of his clothes, wrapping me in his arms and giving me a big naked hug. “Somehow you agreed with me and it still sounded like you were telling me I was naughty.”
I was smart too.
“You don’t need spanks, Daddy.” I shrugged like Daddy did and sighed. “If you don’t need spanks, you weren’t naughty.”
He raised one eyebrow and tried to look very Daddy serious, but he wanted to giggle too. “Sneaky boy.”
Yes.
Cheek kiss time and snuggle time and wiggle time.
Oh, Daddy groaned.
I won.
“Naughty boy.” Daddy gave me another big hug and patted my bottom. “Cuddle time, baby.”
Yay.
More head kisses.
More snuggles.
More tushy pats.
“You’re distracting me.” Daddy huffed. “Yes, this is not my fault.”
Daddy made me naked…it wasn’t my fault.
“Yes, Daddy.” Kiss. Kiss. “You’re a good boy.”
He snorted.
I had to giggle and he rolled his eyes. “Yep, you’re the naughty boy here.”
But I was a naughty boy who was going to get milk and cuddles.
“Up on the bed.” Daddy finally stopped my standing snuggles and hopped up on the bed. “Come here, baby.”