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Yes, there was a very reasonable level of worries flooding through me, but when he was so excited, it was impossible to get too wrapped up in my past. It almost felt like some of the kinks I’d read about online. I didn’t have to get it to understand that they liked it.

And as Dessie watched me, barely holding himself back, I couldn’t relate to what he was feeling, but I loved seeing his reactions.

I was turning him on.

I wasreallyturning him on.

“Um…” Dessie struggled to remember the question as I tugged the wide-necked undershirt down and he finally saw my chest for the first time. “I’m a good boy, Daddy.”

Yep, we’d flown past question time.

“You are. Come be a good boy and give Daddy kisses.” Refusing to acknowledge how fast my heart was racing, I kept my breathing steady and smiled at Dessie as he kissed my cheek again. “That’s right. You’re my sweet boy.”

He made a happy sound as he nodded, but once he looked down at my bare chest, his conversational abilities went out thewindow. I could almost see his little side getting stronger as his chatter shifted from words to excited sounds.

“Kisses, baby.” Yes, that was the plan.

He was going to kiss and snuggle against me and we were both going to see that it would be fine.

It was more than fine.

All it took was one nuzzle to realize my chest was a lot more sensitive than I’d realized. It was never a place that I touched when I was getting off, so the fact that my nipples seemed to have a direct connection to my dick was…surprising.

Dessie was too lost in his own excitement to realize that, though. More happy wiggles escaped as he took a deep breath and nuzzled his way closer to where the smell was the strongest…right at my nipple. He let out choppy, breathy noises that were almost a hum and gave one side a kiss before moving over to kiss the other side.

I had a feeling that in his mind his sounds were closer to words, but they were not. They were, however, very clearly indicating how happy he was. My body was making him happy. His Daddy’s body was making him happy.

Very happy, because one hand was pressing against my stomach and the other was tugging on his dick through his clothes.

All it took was one slightly open-mouthed kiss on my nipple for him to get a tiny taste of my milk, and while my heart stopped, he let out an excited hum and gave it another lick. And there went another tug. Lick. Tug. Happy sound. Wiggle.

He even did a happy dance on my lap as he got so wrapped up in his excitement and little side in general that he stretchedout down the couch and got lower on my lap. There was nothing I had to do to keep the scene going, which was probably a good thing because I’d finally remembered that breathing was important but I wasn’t functioning much more than that.

The closest thing I came to operational was when my arms automatically wrapped around him to hold him against me, and my body did that without me thinking. After a second when I realized how much he liked being held, I decided I approved of the action, but it felt like reality and my reactions weren’t quite in sync.

“Good boy.” Yes, that was what Daddies said. “Good kisses, baby.”

Yes, he’d wanted to be a good boy and I needed to make sure he knew he was being good. I needed to make sure he knew I was proud of him for letting go of his own fears and showing me what he wanted. I needed to make sure I was taking care of his needs.

All of his needs.

So as he wrapped his lips around my nipple, I traded my hand for his and started massaging his erection.

Yes, I was going to show him there was nothing to worry about.

Chapter 8

Dessie

Happy Daddy.

Happy penis.

Happy cuddles.

Lick and wiggle and pet.

Moaning as I sang my song over and over in my head, I closed my eyes and shivered as Daddy made my penis even more happy. I was getting rubs and cuddles and sucks and Daddy even kissed my head. “Such a good boy. Yes, show me how nice it feels to cuddle with Daddy.”

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