Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“That’s right.” Kissing his head, I went to work on wiping down his cock and my hand, doing my best to clean off all the cum. “There we go. Now my princess is all clean.”
Addison yawned, not embarrassed by the attention at all. “Yes, clean…and I…gonna…”
Whatever he wanted seemed like it could wait because he was fading fast after his orgasm. “Love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, sunshine.” Kissing his head, I climbed off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
He gave a vague nod as I headed back to the bathroom to use the facilities and wash my hands. Even though I wasn’t gone long, I expected him to be fast asleep when I came back but he was still clinging to consciousness and waved a hand in my direction.
It seemed to be a come here Daddy kind of gesture, so I quickly stripped down to my boxer briefs and climbed in beside him. That was definitely the right interpretation because he made a sleepy, pleased sound and snuggled closer. “Yes…that’s…”
He couldn’t seem to get a sentence out but he evidently had a plan in mind because he inched lower until his face was right above my dick.
Was I supposed to ask what he was doing?
It was one of those moments where I wasn’t sure what to do. Waiting took the situation out of my hand, though, and as I told myself to think faster next time, he pushed the front of my underwear down and wrapped his lips around the head of my dick. He made another happy sound and softly sucked on the tip as his body slowly relaxed.
I was his binkie.
Did binkies get to come?
Did they get to moan?
Were they supposed to just stay hard?
God, he was asleep…I really needed to think faster on my feet.
Chapter 13
Addison
Hmm, what was I supposed to do?
“Princess?” Daddy’s sleepy voice made me smile.
“Yes, Daddy.” He was so cute, I gave him a kiss.
“Why are you staring at me?” He peeked open his eyes before groaning and closing them again. “It’s too early for you to start worrying. That’s a new rule. No worrying before breakfast.”
Daddy hadn’t made many rules yet because they made him nervous, so he probably didn’t realize how they should work. “I can’t promise that, Daddy, but if it makes you feel better, I can promise not to stare at you before breakfast. I think that’s a very good compromise.”
He chuckled, bouncing me up and down on his chest. “Oh, princess sunshine, you are already in a very interesting mood this morning, aren’t you?”
“No, Daddy.” Interesting didn’t seem good in this situation. “I’m just…I’m just trying to decide how polite to be.”
Yes, that was a very good way to say it.
Reaching up to pet my head, Daddy leaned up enough to give me a quick kiss before settling back down in his pillows. “If neither of us has to work, we’re supposed to sleep in. That’s how it works.”
He was so silly.
“But if we don’t have to work then that means I get to have you all day long so we have to make it last as long as possible.” That was how it was supposed to work. “I could be little or big or cute or naughty or we could be productive or cuddly or we could run errands and eat out or we could have a slow day here. We have to decide how we’re going to fill our day.”
“With a nap later.” Daddy was so theatrical, he groaned again before rubbing his face. “Alright, we’re going to take this from what I think is the top.”
Huh?
Holding up one finger, Daddy started listing off his thoughts. “We do Daddy and little time however we think is right.”
He was very smart, but he didn’t stop long enough for me to tell him that. “If that means we have aliens seduce humans in the bathtub and then recreate that scene in bed, then so be it.”
Hmm.
Had I been thinking too loud?
“If my princess sunshine decides he needs a nightgown and a Daddy binkie, then so be it.” Daddy liked that phrase, but he also liked talking because he kept going and going. “If the Daddy binkie relaxes and cuddles his sleepy princess, that’s fine too.”
I was starting to think Daddy hadn’t gotten to sleep as fast as I had.
“If my princess is sweet and cute and has a slightly dark imagination during playtime, well, so be it.” Daddy was glaring at me like he was daring me to argue with him or to be theatrical. “And if my princess decides to stop worrying about what Daddy thinks of his naughty little side, well, so be it.”
He really didn’t like making rules…but that kind of felt like a rule to me.
“Yes, Daddy.” Giving him a kiss, I decided he needed a distraction or he might keep going. Daddy’s brain worked surprisingly well without coffee. “I found a recipe for making muffins but I don’t have the ingredients, but I do have a box mix. I can make that if you don’t want to make pancakes because you didn’t get to come last night. I figure you might not want to make me pancakes because I don’t think I finished binkie time? But you might’ve handled that yourself? I have an online friend that says it’s okay for Daddies to do that because littles are a pain in the butt sometimes.”