Page 71 of Who's Your Daddy

“Good helper, Daddy.” He patted my thigh as he wiggled lower, taking my pants with him. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” As my brain stumbled over not telling himyou’re welcomeas well, he distracted me by tugging on the waistband of my briefs. “There you go.”

As my ass went up again, he snickered and stripped me down. “All free.”

That was definitely his goal based on how gleeful his expression was, but it quickly went to wicked and hungry as he plopped back down between my legs. “Like an ice cream cone.”

Not from the way I could see it, but it got more giggles from Terrence as he licked the head of my dick and all I could do was moan. “Happy, happy ice cream is gonna give me cream.”

Little Terrence had a wicked sense of humor and he snickered as he went back to licking me like an ice cream cone, teasing the tip and going around the head like his treat was dripping. It had me bouncing between wanting to laugh and wanting to moan, but the moans won every time he looked up at me and grinned.

He was pleased as fuck to be driving me crazy and that just made it even more erotic.

Especially when he wrapped his sexy cocksucking lips around my dick and took about half of it in one go. Every muscle tightened as I fought my first instinct to fuck his mouth and his sexy giggle said he knew it too. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

His bottom wagged back and forth in a happy pup kind of way, but the rest of him was sexy and wicked as he took mydick deep in his mouth again. Every desperate sound I made got hums and pleased noises as his body wiggled.

I’d never seen anything sexier and it just pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

Every hum vibrated right through my dick and every smile went right to my heart. I wasn’t sure if Terrence could read how much he meant to me, but his delight was easy to read. My happy boy was thoroughly enjoying playing with his Daddy and watching that was even more erotic than everything his sexy lips and tongue were doing to me.

But my happy cutie deserved all the silly dirty talk he wanted, so as he swallowed around the head of my dick, I moaned and stroked his head. “Fuck. Such a good cocksucker for Daddy.”

Oh, that got more happy tushy wags and a wicked giggle.

Sexy as fuck.

“Yes, Daddy’s good cocksucker. You’re going to…I’m going to…” God. He was so cute.

And so mischievous.

He pulled off just long enough to take a deep breath and then took every inch in one smooth and sexy as fuck motion. I knew what he wanted, so I stopped holding back and let him pull my orgasm from me.

He was the sexiest sub I’d ever seen as he swallowed every drop of my cum, but he was also the cutest little I’d ever seen as he finally released my softening cock, giggling as he threw himself at me. “I’m the best cocksucker, Daddy. And I’m all yours.”

Finally laughing, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back into my chest as I stretched us both out on the bed again. “You are the best cocksucker and you’re definitely all mine. I’m never going to let you forget that either.”

“Never.” His kiss was enthusiastic and filled with laughter as he rested his forehead against mine. “You kissed your cream, Daddy.”

He thought that was funny too.

“Daddy makes the best cream. What can I say?” My ridiculous response got more giggles from him, and I could almost see the last big parts he’d been desperately clinging to fading away right in front of my eyes. “Daddy also reads the best books. Should we get cleaned up and cuddle?”

“Yes.” His eyes went wide and he smiled like that was the best idea he’d ever seen. “I like books. And snuggling, Daddy.”

“Then let’s get your jammies on and we’ll play.” Stealing one last cheek kiss as he nearly killed me scrambling off the bed, my grunt got another adorable sound from Terrence.

“Silly Daddy. Hurry. It’s book time.” Terrence had clearly gotten a second wind from his orgasm and nap, and it looked like now he was ready to play and forget all about grown-up things like grabby-ass uncles and relatives with no common sense whatsoever.

“I’ll hurry.” But we were both dirty and I was still wearing half my clothes. “I need to get clean first. I’m sticky.”

“Sticky.” He snickered, bouncing on his knees at the end of the bed. “You can get me clean and read me a book, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” My dry response had him cracking up as he flopped over on the bed. “Silly goose.”

“Silly Daddy.” Repeating my own phrase back at me was clearly hilarious too because he was racked by the giggles as he rolled over onto his back. “Silly goose.”

He was going to crash once he got through his second wind…so with that in mind, I decided to get us all cleaned up for bed first…just in case. “Yes, you’re the silly goose.”

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