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Cuddles.

Dessert.

“That’s right, baby boy. Special cuddle time with Daddy.” Daddy petted my head and made happy sounds as I sucked and drank and snuggled him. “Such a good boy. Letting out big emotions is hard. You did such a good job.”

It was my turn to make happy sounds as Daddy kissed my head and started rubbing my back. He made me wiggle because I wanted to get closer to his hand and to the rest of Daddy. He was so big and so snuggly. Daddy laughed. “Oh, I think my boy needs more big cuddles.”

My happy sound made Daddy moan. “Oh, baby boy…that was…”

I giggled but didn’t let go of Daddy. It made him make more silly sounds. “Ugh. You’re going to make Daddy start wiggling too.”

Because Daddy was hard.

Oh, I was hard too.

I needed my reward.

Flopping my legs open, I wiggled and sucked harder, getting another silly moan from Daddy. “Oh, I think I know what my boy wants.”

Daddy was so smart.

“Yes, it’s time for special cuddles and your reward for being so good.” Daddy was amazing. Smart and snuggly and happy. He even started petting the inside of my legs and wrapped his hand around my penis. “Yes, we’re going to make you feel so good.”

Daddy was so good.

Daddy’s hand was so good.

Daddy’s milk was so good.

Daddy’s cuddles were so good.

Daddy needed rewards too.

Oh, he moaned. “My nipple, baby…you’re…that’s…”

Daddy liked rubbies on his other nipple. Me too. It was soft and I could play with it and I could flick it and rub it. “It’s not a fidget toy, baby boy.”

Hmm.

Yes. It was a good toy.

Daddy groaned but he didn’t try and be silly again. “You’re going to make me…”

That would be okay. Daddies got to make messes too.

“There’s only one way to win this argument.” Daddy sounded very Daddy and then he cheated. “I have to fight fire with fire.”

Oh.

Daddy kept rubbing the bottom of my penis but then he slid two fingers inside me. He made big, nice sounds when I moaned and shivered. “So slick for Daddy. Yes, I bet that feels good. Let me hear it. Oh, that’s my good boy.”

Rocking against Daddy’s hand, I felt my achy bottom again and sucking was even better and I was so floaty.

I loved rewards.

“Work Daddy’s fingers. Let me feel you nice and tight, baby boy.” Daddy’s fingers moved faster and he moaned when I was a good boy and squeezed him. “You’re milking Daddy’s chest and his fingers. Such a good boy. Keep going. Work them like they’re a binkie, baby boy. I know you’ll love that.”

Oh, binkies.

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