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“That’s right.” Daddy made more happy sounds and groaned as I sucked harder and squeezed him harder, and my noises made him thrust harder and he even found my button. “Oh, you like that. Good boy.”

Daddy liked moans and shivers and sucks.

“That’s right, suck on Daddy’s fingers. You like that. Let me hear it.” Daddy gave the best orders. “Good boy.”

I liked being his good boy.

I liked fingers.

I liked dessert.

I liked cuddles.

I liked button rubs.

Rewards were…

“That’s right, baby boy. There’s your reward. That’s my good boy.” Daddy held me tight and I shook and shook and made a mess. “That’s my sexy boy. I love seeing you feel so good, baby boy.”

When my shivers were done and my reward was all rewarded out and I was floaty again, I wanted Daddy to feel as happy as I did. So I flicked his nipple with my tongue and sucked more slowly so I could give him good attention.

Daddy liked good attention ’cause his fingers started playing with me again. Then he moaned and gave me even bigger moans when I rubbed his chest with my fingers and found his other nipple again. “Oh, baby boy, I told you…that will make me…”

Happy.

His fingers said so.

His moans said so.

His penis said so.

It was trying to jump around but it was stuck, so I helped it by rocking back and forth as I sucked.

“Oh, baby, that’s…” Daddy’s groan turned into a sigh as I flicked his other nipple. “You want to make Daddy feel good, don’t you?”

I hummed and flicked my tongue again and he groaned and laughed. “Alright, Daddy gets rewards too.”

Yay.

Wanting Daddy’s sounds since I already gave him mine, I tugged on his other nipple and nibbled on the one I was sucking from but it was almost done.

Hmm.

I needed more special cuddles.

Daddy needed more special cuddles.

So I was a good boy and let go of Daddy so I could sit up. It was lots and lots of work but I did it. I made Daddy lie down and I even gave him a cheek kiss. “Good boy, Daddy.”

I was a good boy too because I didn’t even pout when he had to take his fingers out and they weren’t my binkie anymore. It was Daddy’s turn and I had to be a good helper.

Daddy laughed as he lay down but he moaned again and closed his eyes when I stretched out over him. “Oh, that’s…”

Good.

I was very good.

His lap disappeared but I snuggled close and wiggled my penis against his and then I wrapped my lips around his other nipple and it was full. More dessert for me. More special cuddles for Daddy. More wiggles for Daddy.

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