Page 38 of Awakening His Daddy

I huff a laugh.

“Maybe later.”

He giggles, but then his head falls back, and he flops in my arms like a dead princess.

“Izzy!” I drop to my knees in the snow and grab his head, pulling him to my chest. “Izzy, baby. Wake up.”

His pretty lashes flutter, and my heart starts beating again.

“Hi, Daddy.” He smiles and then frowns. “Tired.”

“I know, just a few more steps. Can you stay with me?”

“You have sparkles in your beard.” I raise an eyebrow, but then realize he must mean the snow.

“You have sparkles on your cheeks,” I say softly, and he frowns again.

“Oh no. Glitter is the worst. Even Leo says so.” His eyes close again.

“Hey, come on.” I brush his cheek. “Just hold on to me until we get into the house, okay?”

“Okay.” He wraps his arm around my neck and nuzzles his face there as well. “You smell nice.”

That’s surprising because I spent the whole day at work and then at a hospital.

We finish the walk from the car to the steps without him passing out again. The snow is coming down so hard I thank god for the motion lights, or we would have probably died in the snow.

I have to put him down to get the door open, and he sways into me. He gripes when I make him walk to the guest room where he’ll be staying.

He starts to pull his shirt off and quickly gets frustrated.

“Help.” He pouts, so I help him take his shirt off, being careful not to hurt his stitches.

This close, I really get a good view of his muscled body. He wasn’t lying before when he said he’s all muscle.

“My jeans too.”

When I look up at him, I expect him to be smirking at me, but he’s got his eyes closed and he’s swaying slightly.

So I take his pants off and try not to look at his soft dick. Not trying to be rude here, but it seems a bit on the small side, although I’m used to mine, and he probably weighs a hundred pounds less than me and is like four or five inches shorter.

I bet it would be easier to suck.

Jesus Christ. What the heck am I thinking?

Nope, it’s not sexual, just an observation. Women are always choking on my dick and complaining about having to suck it. His would make that easier.

I shake my head at myself.

What the heck is going on up there?

I’ve made a fire in the living room, and I’m watching the snow fall in heavy wet flakes. It’s building up fast, and I would say it’s close to a foot already. When the snow is really thick like this it can weigh down the power lines, and I’m not sure how long the power will last.

Getting the fire started will at least mean we have heat and light. If the power is down too long, we’ll have to sleep in here, and I’ll be tempted to cuddle him, and then my breasts will leak and he’ll know.

This is just fricking great.

My attempts to milk myself in the shower were mostly ineffective, and I’m still full but not leaking anymore, so I guess that’s something.

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