Page 25 of Who's Your Daddy

Yes.

He was definitely being sweet no matter now naughty he looked. “You’re welcome.”

Somehow he made that sound slightly dangerous, but before I could tell my dick to be careful, it jerked and begged for more attention.

Daddy pretended to be surprised, but he liked how much he turned me on. “Oh, does he need more attention? Hmm?”

Mean. Mean Daddy.

“How about you play with your toy and I’ll play with your other fun toy?” It’d technically been phrased as a question but my hand didn’t realize that as it immediately obeyed and made Daddy even happier. “Oh, good job. That was very fast.”

My big side liked the silly praise in an embarrassing and squirmy kind of way, but my little side just loved it. I managed not to come right away but I wasn’t really good at the whole self-control thing. “Daddy…”

He laughed again.

That was definitely cheating…especially when he wrapped his hand around me and started jerking me off as the tingles his laugh gave me bounced around inside of me. He was doing his best to drag my orgasm out of me and it was making me go faster. Yes. It was Daddy’s fault I was going to explode.

“Yes, show Daddy what a sexy boy you are.” He twisted his hand as he moved it faster and the spinny motion made it feel like a game.

I liked games.

“Daddy’s good boy. Yes. Daddy’s good boy.” Bouncing between my hand and his, I made the toy go faster and he made the twirling go faster and that made my orgasm go faster. “Daddy’s…good….boy…”

I loved games.

Daddy loved them too because he made my tingles go on and on and on and he didn’t stop playing the twisty game until I was so mushy there was nothing left to twist.

“Puddle…puddle of goo, Daddy.” Somehow my eyes had closed, but Daddy didn’t seem to mind because he chuckled again. “I’ll…one second…”

I’d open them in just one second.

“Yes, my boy is a puddle of goo and got a wonderful orgasm, didn’t he?” Daddy softly petted my cock as I nodded. “And now he gets lots of cuddles for aftercare?”

“’Membered, Daddy.” Good Daddy.

“Yes, I remembered.” Daddy even kissed my head ’cause he remembered kisses and cuddles. “I’m going to get you clean real quick and then you’ll get lots of cuddles. We need to make sure you have wipes in here for next time.”

Yes, he was supposed to take care of me.

I was cute and messy and needed attention.

Chapter 8

Enzo

“I’m cute and messy and need attention.” Terrence almost sighed out the words, not seeming to realize they were being said out loud. “Daddy…he…”

He was never as quiet as he seemed to think he was.

But I took advantage of his distracted mental state and worked on his to-do list. Getting him clean was at the top to me, so I quickly headed into his bedroom and managed to find a washcloth. I had to dig entirely too long to find one, but rearranging his bathroom could wait for another time.

I was back before he got frustrated, though, so I counted it as a win as I wiped the cum off his cock and tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom. “Cuddle time.”

He was no help as I climbed on the bed and moved him around, but I’d carried materials that weighed more, so it wasn’t hard to get us centered in his bed. My chest was his pillow as he wrapped himself around me, and I loved his confidence and how comfortable he was with me.

“I get…little nap…and then we…we can…” His voice trailed off before he could explain what the plan should be, but we weren’t in a rush, so I kissed his head and settled in to wait for him to wake up.

Thankfully, a little nap actually seemed to be little and he woke up about twenty minutes later, giving a wiggle and going very still as his brain caught up to what had happened. “Daddy orgasms are better. I hate it when Leander is right.”

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