Page 67 of Awakening His Daddy

“Romantic, huh?”

“I’m not trying to seduce you, but candles are romantic. Everyone knows that.”

“Okay, but don’t put the moves on me.”

“I won’t, but you can put the moves on me.”

Chapter 17

Izzy

“Alright. Time for bed.”

“And nursing? You’re leaking again.”

“God bless it.” He “swears,” and I giggle. “Someone needs to invent something better.”

“So can I help you?”

He sighs. “Yes, please.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t like it.” Please say you like it.

Hell, I’ll take that you need it.

“I do like it, and that’s the problem.”

“Because I’m a boy?”

“Because it’s weird, and I’m weird.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Daddy, we don’t body shame or kink shame.”

“I can’t shame my own body?”

“Especially not your own body.”

“What kink am I shaming?”

“Nursing.”

“That’s a kink?” He sounds doubtful.

“Yes, it happens to be my kink, and everyone I’ve ever told has made me like a sicko, but it’s what I like and I’m not ashamed.”

“I suppose you’re right. But it feels like a burden to me because I need to deal with it every day.”

“It doesn’t have to be a burden. It can be fun and sexy.” I grab his shirt and lead him to the bed. He sits down, but I coax him to lie down.

“I thought you wanted to nurse?”

“I do, but god, when you say it like that...” I sigh and adjust my pants. “Now lie down, I want you to be comfy too.”

Once he’s all settled, I drape my body over his and move right to his left nipple.

“My eager boy,” Daddy praises and rubs his fingers through my hair.

I nod and drink him down in long pulls.

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