Page 35 of Who's Your Daddy

Giggling, he made a happy moan and pushed his hips up. “Hard.”

Yep.

“Very hard.” And very curious about what playing with my penis would entail. So I rolled us over again, letting his legs spread wide so he was straddling me. “And very ready for your attention too.”

Pushing himself up as he continued to snicker, he wiggled his hips and rubbed his ass over my erection. “I see.”

“No…you feel.” Being silly back got more happy sounds from him, but it also seemed to be the permission he’d been waiting for to take things further.

Wiggling lower until his ass was over my thighs, he pouted dramatically as he saw my pants. “Jeans. And a button. And a zipper.”

That was probably supposed to be sad, but I just flicked the button open and wiggled the top of the zipper at him. “Yep.”

They were ninety-nine percent of my wardrobe, so I wasn’t going to apologize for them. But that was okay because his mind was off in a new direction again. “Penis time.”

He really made me have to fight to keep a straight face a lot more often than he seemed to realize. “That’s right.”

All of his focus was on my pants and my dick, though, so even if I laughed, I wasn’t sure he’d have noticed it. “My Daddy is so helpful.”

I had a feeling that sentence should’ve ended with something about telling Leander, but he managed to stop himself. That might’ve been because his fingers had already reached out to ease down the zipper. “Little bit. And a little bit more. A tiny bit. I’m so careful. No nicking the pretty penis.”

Considering the fact that he hadn’t seen it yet, I was glad he was so confident.

Part of me wanted to ask what he was thinking but I had a feeling he’d tell me that all penises were pretty and then we’d get distracted by a whole new topic.

“Gonna say hi and then we’re going to play.” Eventually he’d remember that the penis in question was attached to a person, but for the moment, he was hyperfocused on that one particular part.

I’d seen him do the same thing when picking out paint and details like that, so I wasn’t offended. I was just as importantas his kitchen and that seemed like a good place to start a relationship.

“You’re going to like playtime.” All it took was for him to barely inch down the boxer briefs I was wearing for the head of my dick to start trying to escape, and Terrence made the cutest excited inhale. “You want to play. We’re going to have so much fun.”

We were all going to have fun as long as I didn’t interrupt his playdate with silly things like logic or questions…like did he want to move playtime to his bed.

Yep, I was smart and he was having fun…so we were staying put.

All orgasms were good orgasms no matter where they took place…legal issues notwithstanding…and Terrence needed to be able to see that I was going to accept him for all his quirks and not start listing off where and when it was appropriate to have penis playtime.

But he still hadn’t remembered that I was attached to my dick when he started trying to free his new friend, and he jumped in surprise when I lifted my hips to make it easier. “Oh. Yes. Thank you, Daddy.”

Yep, I was a complete surprise.

“You’re welcome.” Wanting to get him back in his fun headspace, I reached down to free my erection. “Say hi. He’s lonely.”

Bingo.

Best Daddy ever.

Chapter 11

Terrence

“Gonna make Daddy happy…hello there.” Wiggling lower and lower, I gave Daddy a kiss as I rubbed my penis against the floor. “More kisses because I’m romantic.”

And Leander was going to have to stuff it.

Daddy even stroked my head and made a happy sound as I gave him another kiss. “That’s right, baby. You give the best kisses and you’re wonderfully romantic.”

Licking got more happy sounds from Daddy and then he groaned, making me giggle and wiggle more. “And you…fuck…and you were thinking about how to romance me when you gave me my kiss before.”

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