Page 21 of Who's Your Daddy

“Don’t worry. It was a dry one but it was good.” Cocking his head, he made another pleased sound. “I need cuddles and kisses after any kind of orgasmic pleasure. That’s going to be in my aftercare instructions.”

“I can handle that.” Hugging him tighter, I kissed his neck and fought off a laugh as he let out anotherpleased as fucksigh. “You only get one freebie, though, so remember that.”

“Deal.” Terrence clearly wasn’t worried but he made it up by snuggling against me and rubbing his ass on my erection. “The next one needs to be wet, though.”

“We’re going to need to talk about what kind of dirty talk you like.” Very quickly.

He giggled. “Did you want to call me your slut?”

Since he didn’t seem to have a problem with that, I nibbled on his ear and hummed approvingly. “Yes.”

“You’re so cute.” Terrence made it sound like I was adorable, so I knew I wouldn’t get whatever he was thinking.

“Thank you.” Yep, I was just going to accept the compliment and move on. “But before you flatter me too much, you need another orgasm.”

Or a first one depending on what we were actually counting.

“Show me what’s in your box.” He seemed fairly steady, but as I relaxed my hold on him, I stayed close just in case.

Yeah, he had a very smart Daddy.

His legs started to go wobbly after a few steps but I kept him safe as we made it over to the bed, and he greedily dragged his box out from behind the pillows. “They’re so sneaky.”

No, he was just oblivious.

“We found it.” Just hearing that got a happy wiggle from him, but I managed to keep him upright until he was safely sitting on the bed. “Show-and-tell.”

His giggle wasn’t as grown-up as it’d been before, but that was all right with me. “I got toys.”

“I’ve heard.” And we were going to fix that problem too…with either soundproofing or figuring out who was allowed in the house during the afternoon. “But now you’re going to show me your favorite. No glitter, though.”

I was not willing to deal with that.

Terrence’s eyes went wide as he frowned and shook his head. “No. Sparkly poops are bad.”

Agreed.

“I’m glad you understand that.” But as he opened the box, I could see how he’d gotten tempted. It looked very pretty and very sparkly…but the damned thing must have come from Wish because even in the safety of a Ziploc bag, it was shedding sparkles everywhere.

“It’s pretty.” His sigh said he realized thebutthat should follow that statement was significant.

“You’ve got other ones that are safer.” And less messy. “Which one did you use the other day?”

“Oh.” Pouting, Terrence sighed. “I thought I was quiet.”

That was so ridiculous it didn’t need a comment. “Show me.”

His huff said he knew it too. “Leander is a pain in the butt when he’s right.”

I managed not to laugh, but it was a close one. Terrence barely missed it with his drama as he dug in his goodie box, but he studied me carefully when he finally looked up again. “You wanted to laugh.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him. “Is that the conversation you want to have right now?”

“Maybe.” Still considering it, he picked up a fat purple fake dick with ridges around it that made it look like it should’ve been attached to some kind of monster. “This one.”

Well, at least there wasn’t glitter on it.

Chapter 7

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