Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Perfect.
“That’s right. Good cuddles with Daddy.” I had to admit there was a tiny voice in the back of my head that couldn’t resist pointing out how my life had been completely turned on its head over the course of the last two weeks, but it was easy to ignore.
Not because it wasn’t correct, but because there was a bigger part of me that liked the changes.
I liked having someone to take care of and I liked having a purpose in life again. Someone had to keep him from falling off the bed and killing himself. Someone had to slay the dragons if that asshole looked twice at him again.
Someone had to help Austin hide the asshole’s body.
I was very useful to Dessie and I liked that.
I also liked how he’d been adorably stubborn about making our before he gets a playroom list.
He wouldn’t let me railroad him and he was smart enough to know when I was trying. It was cute. But he needed a playroom and more toys and an office at the house at some point. Yes, he’d given me some invaluable information and it would make transitioning him to my place much easier.
He didn’t take care of himself well enough when he was on his own.
I’d caught him having takeout delivered three times over the past few days and it was never healthy options. He hadn’t even gotten vegetables when he’d ordered Chinese food. No, I was right about the situation and we just had to make sure he understood that too.
But at the moment, I had different kinds of physical things to worry about since his rocking was getting firmer.
“Good boy.” His hips rocked, finding just the right angle before he moaned around me. “Yes, show Daddy how much you like your diaper and having special cuddle time.”
I’d read several blog posts from a variety of littles and Daddies where they’d explained the physical reactions the soft inside of a diaper could get in a wiggly little. It was actually very logical, even though I was pretty sure some of their reactions were about how naughty it felt to them.
But if we were all going to pretend it was just what happened to penises when something was rubbing on them, who was I to point out how ridiculous it was.
If people wanted to delude themselves, I didn’t care as long as it didn’t affect Dessie any longer.
But as he shivered and whimpered around my nipple, I knew we’d already started changing how he saw his desires.
This little Dessie wasn’t worrying that I’d think he was a bad little.
No, my baby boy was moaning and grinding his penis into his diaper even though he was barely fighting off sleep. I knew he’d be out once he came, but I was mentally betting whether or not he’d make it to that point.
Just because he wanted another orgasm didn’t mean his body would let him.
Bodies were just interesting that way, and penises even more so.
They were fascinating creatures, so I knew it was at least a fifty-fifty chance he’d sit still too long and would fall right asleep. It probably wasn’t nice to bet on my baby boy, but it kept me from focusing on what he was doing to me.
That was one of the reasons I knew he was too tired…he hadn’t registered my own erection at all, not even to giggle. So I stroked his head and back, snuggling him close against me as he rutted in his diaper and held on to consciousness for dear life.
He was adorably stubborn.
“Yes, show Daddy how good it feels. Let me see it.” Encouraging his orgasm so he could actually get to sleep, I made low, pleased sounds and kept up urging him to give in to the pleasure. “Happy time for my good boy. Show me how much you like being Daddy’s diapered boy.”
Yes, we needed to make sure the diapers had a wonderful association so he didn’t worry about them. In the most general sense, I’d been neutral when we’d talked about them but expectation hadn’t matched reality when I’d finally wrapped them around his body.
No, I wasn’t neutral any longer.
There was something perfect about how sweet and helpless he’d looked, and I didn’t want him to obsess later and come up with problems we didn’t have, so I needed to make sure he knew that.
Another firm suck and one jerky thrust were all it took for his body to shudder, and his orgasm took over. Shaking, he whimpered and moaned as the pleasure swept through his body, completely overloading him as he chased every last wonderful wave.
When he melted against me, even more exhausted but smiling in a punch-drunk kind of way around my nipple, I knew he was going to crash hard any second. Yep. His eyes started closing and there was one last jolt before he went boneless again.