Page 45 of Magic and Mayhem

The world exploded and my orgasm burst out of me like my dragon, feeling almost alive it was so wonderful.

I chased the incredible feelings until I went limp and all I could feel was Daddy’s hands running over my back and down my legs. “That’s my good boy. Yes, I’m so proud of you. Look at you, baby.”

“Daddy…” He chuckled when that was all I could get out.

“Come here. Let me cuddle you.” Daddy’s strong hands helped me up and wrapped around me as soon as I cuddled up on his lap. “That’s much better.”

“Yes, but I like being over your lap too, Daddy.” Snuggling against him, I closed my eyes and petted his chest. “You’ve got a very good lap, Daddy.”

There was something else I was going to tell him but I lost the words.

“Thank you.” He kissed my head, hugging me tight. “I liked having you over my lap.”

Yes, I was so good.

Rubbing my cheek against his chest, I caught another drifty thought. “You have to stay. You said so. Because…because we talked about limits and…and it’s not the first date anymore.”

Yes, had to make sure I reminded Daddy before he could start worrying.

Daddies seemed to do that a lot.

“Yes, I’m not going anywhere.” Daddy gave me another hug and kissed my head. “I’m going to stay right here with you tonight, and we’ll get cleaned up and snuggle and then I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.”

That was a wonderful plan.

“I like breakfast, Daddy.” There was something else. “And I like snuggling…and I’m sticky.”

Yes, those were the most important things.

His chest jerked but Daddy kept his giggles inside. “I like snuggling with you too.”

Because I was a really good snuggler.

“How about we go get cleaned up before you fall asleep on my lap, silly goose?” Daddy laughed as I groaned.

“I’m a dragon, not a goose, Daddy.” Chomp chomp. “You forgot.”

He was the silly goose.

“Oh, you’re right.” Daddy leaned down and kissed my nose. “Come on, little dragon. Let’s get you cleaned up or you’re going to fall asleep.”

Maybe just a tiny nap.

For some reason, Daddy chuckled. “Yes, come on, tired boy.”

He was so silly.

And mean.

Daddy wanted me to get up.

“But I don’t want to get up.”

He was so stubborn. “You’re dozing off, cutie. You’re going to fall asleep.”

Would that be so bad?

“I don’t want to sleep on the couch. Come on, Kenzie. Upstairs and we’ll take a shower.” Daddy made that sound very tempting even if the upstairs was very far away. “Be my good boy and you’ll get lots of snuggles tonight.”

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