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)
Every time I clenched, he groaned and cursed.
Every time I shivered, he kissed me again.
Then it was my turn to kiss him. I clenched down and his head fell back and I got to kiss his jaw and down his neck as I rubbed his arms and his chest. I made him feel so good that milk was beading at his other nipple when I got closer.
So I pushed Daddy back into the pillows and curled into him to give him a lick. “Fuck.”
Giggling, I squeaked when Daddy scooted me down the bed so I was lying on top of him. “Oh.”
He moaned when I wrapped my lips around him and started to suck again, loving getting to nurse and being filled at the same time. “Fuck. That’s…that’s better than I thought.”
He was so funny.
And so naughty.
“Fuck.” Daddy’s hands squeezed my bottom as I tightened around his penis again. “Naughty boy.”
No. I was Daddy’s good boy.
Daddy had the naughty mouth.
I showed him what a good boy I was, sucking and rocking and licking and riding. I made him curse and groan. He made me whine when he thrust up and found my button. We both moaned and shivered and then all it took was one nibble and Daddy exploded in me.
He rolled us over, thrusting into me hard and fast as he pinned me to the bed. He hit my button every time and then his hand wrapped around my penis.
And then…
And then…
Explosions.
Boom.
Wow.
Daddy was cuddling me and kissing my head when I made my eyes work again. He chuckled as I moaned and wiggled. “There’s my sweet boy.”
Yes, not naughty.
“I’m…I’m your good boy.” But I was a sticky good boy.
“That’s right.” Daddy knew he had to snuggle me closer and wrapped one leg over me to pull me tight against him. “There we go. Now I have you nice and snug.”
Yes.
Because…
Because…
“’Cause you got to keep me, Daddy. I…I have my room and…and my key…and you’re…you’re keeping me.” Yes. “I’m important, Daddy. The…the family restaurant.”
“That’s right. You go with me to the family restaurants and you have to deal with all the crazy cousins.” He sighed but I got another kiss. “You’re the best at dealing with them and you’ve been taking good care of me.”
“Because…because you’re my Daddy. I don’t…I don’t have restaurants but you’re important and I’d give you restaurants if I had them.” I’d never thought about having one. “But I’m…I’m going to share my toys and cuddle you. I’ll share Dally…and…and I’ll keep you feeling good, Daddy.” He didn’t like the machines but he liked me.
“You make me feel wonderful, baby.” Kissing my head, Daddy rubbed my back and made happy sounds. “You make me feel important and you let me take care of you.”
“You…you make me lunch, Daddy.” No one had ever made me lunch. “I like it when you take care of me.”
“I love taking care of you.” Running his hand over my head, Daddy made another happy sound. “I love you, baby. My boy. My partner. My sub. I love all the wonderful pieces of you and our relationship.”
“You love me, so you’re going to keep me.” Yes. No giving me back. “And I love you, so I’m going to take care of you.”
In lots of ways.
So many ways.
All the ways.
And I was going to tell him…in a…once I…
Chapter 20
Elias
“It was the YouTube videos.” It was the smile in Grace’s voice that had me stopping in the hallway.
I hadn’t exactly been quiet coming in, but they were lost in their own world and hadn’t noticed. Tattling took a lot of concentration evidently.
“There’s a small tablet that pulls down under the cabinets.” She paused and I pictured her pointing to the long row of cabinets on the far wall. “When I’ve come in lately, the last things he’s been looking up have been videos on making kids’ lunches.”
“Oh.” Milo’s voice didn’t have enough panic in it for me to worry, but I inched closer just in case. “He does a good job making my lunch.”
“I’m glad. He’s taking it very seriously and he only does that when something matters to him.” Grace seemed to be moving around the kitchen, but I couldn’t make out what she was doing by just the sounds. “Which is why, even if I did have an issue with anything you’re doing, I wouldn’t have said anything about it.”
Ready to rescue Milo from drama or just general worries, I waited to see if he actually needed me or if he was just thinking as the silence stretched out. “Because I’m important to him, but…but you did say something.”
“I think you are very good for Elias, but neither of us grew up with the kind of money you need to have for staff in a house.” She chuckled at whatever Milo had done. “I agree. But my being here so often means that I get to know what’s going on. There’s no way around that. Most things I pretend I don’t see. But you’re not used to that. I don’t want you to worry or be uncomfortable. This is your relationship and your house.”