Page 22 of Who's Your Daddy

Terrence

Yes, I wanted to have the conversation.

I liked it when he laughed.

“I—” Daddy pulled my legs, tipping me over onto my back and making me squeak as he cut off my very important words.

“You aren’t going to argue about laughter when you’ve got your toys back and a Daddy to help you orgasm, are you?” He made that sound like it should be an easy question to answer.

“You’re sexy when you glare at me, but we both know you almost laughed.” I was right. “You can’t just—”

He could.

Somehow I’d landed with my legs spread wide, and him just resting his hands high on the inside of my thighs turned off my brain.

Daddy’s eyebrow went up as his hands tightened on me. “Did you want to continue that argument?”

The fact that he was going to such lengths to be right proved I was right…so I shook my head. “No, Daddy.”

I was right and that was enough to make me happy.

“Good boy.” Massaging his fingers higher, he got a verypleased with himselflook when I shivered. “See? You’re making your Daddy happy just being a good boy.”

He was going to drive me crazy.

“I…I want to make you happy, Daddy.” Because that would help make me happy too. “Thank you for helping me find my toys…and…and for picking out my favorite dinner.”

Yes, it was definitely time to work in all the good things he’d done too.

“You’re welcome.” The look on his face was almost a smile but it was wicked and more like a smirk. It didn’t make me want to come but it did make me want to get fucked. “Now it’s time to give you another of your favorite things.”

An orgasm.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Yes, that was worth letting him think he was right. “It’s been a long afternoon.”

And a long week with as many times as I’d been interrupted.

“I’ll remember that.” His eyes sparkled but he was still trying to look very stern. “But you have to remember your manners…and that Daddy is always right.”

Bullshit.

But if it got me an orgasm…

And he had found my toys…

“I’m smart, Daddy.” So I was going to talk around agreeing with the ridiculous statement. “Your hands feel so good. Are you going to help me?”

He hadn’t really said what the plan was.

One lip tried to turn up at the corner but it froze when he nodded. “A little bit. You’re going to show me what made you feel so good the other day.”

I couldnothave been as loud as everyone kept saying I was.

But we’d have that discussion after my orgasm…and maybe after noodles and another orgasm…yes, I could be patient before winning.

“Do you like watching, Daddy, or are you just curious about how happy I get?” Either way was fine with me, but I needed to know what part was going to turn him on.

“Oh, Daddy likes both.” His fingers tightened and inched closer to my dick. “I’m going to like watching the toy slide into you and I’m going to love watching you cry out as you orgasm.”

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