Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Of course, he kept reaching down to tug on his dick every time he said big spoon, so I was using that as one of my sexual barometers. Another was the number of times he licked his lips and whined…because he didn’t seem to realize he was doing that either.
I also thought it was interesting that he didn’t question me on if Daddies could be the little spoon. He’d accepted that idea very quickly for someone who didn’t want to talk about it. I’d have loved to get a peek into his mind or his search history, but as I started drying him off, that really didn’t matter.
His cuddles said a lot too.
Paxton was petting me with the towel, sprinkling kisses over my chest and just doing his best to take good care of me…and keep me hard as a rock. If I managed not to come until he was actually making love to me, it would be a miracle.
Even his kisses were so sweet and tender they were making me ache.
He smiled and nuzzled and let his fingers tease me just enough that he kept me wonderfully distracted. That was definitely his plan so I didn’t do something frustrating like ask questions, but I had a feeling he was following some kind of instruction list in his head.
I could almost hear his brain whirling and the faint emotions I was getting through the bond were thoughtful and a very focused kind of happy. It was fascinating and trying to track what he was thinking was probably the only reason I didn’t come when he started drying my cock for the third time.
Giving up being subtle, I moaned. “Cutie, that’s not fair.”
He gave a very pleased with himself snicker, but he seemed to understand he’d pushed Daddy to his limit because the towel immediately went back to the bar. “All set, Daddy.”
He was still using being adorable as another form of distraction, but I let him because so far I couldn’t see a downside. Paxton was very capable of ignoring anything he didn’t want to deal with, so if it was too much, he would’ve just found something else to do.
“Thank you.” My exasperation got another giggle out of the naughty boy, so I stole a quick peck. “You’re very thorough when it comes to taking care of me.”
He managed not to laugh that time but it was a close call. He had to pinch his lips together for a few seconds and nod until he managed to get the giggles under control. “Thank you, Daddy. That makes me very happy.”
I gave him a silly glare. “Little tease.”
And I got another giggle.
He caught it very quickly, though. “No, I’m your good big spoon, Daddy.”
He was adorable.
“You’re going to be a very good big spoon. I have no doubt about your ability to take care of me.” Honestly, I was slightly hardier than a regular human and he was long and slender, so there were only so many ways the situation could go wrong.
But that conversation would have to wait until he’d seen that he was a great big spoon and he could talk about it more logically.
Hopefully, we’d get to that point by the time he was eighty.
For the time being, he wasn’t anywhere near ready for that conversation, so we were going to stick with cuddles and spoons analogies, and I was just going to love that my mate wanted to take care of me.
And hopefully he enjoyed himself too…because if not, our conversation timeline would have to be seriously adjusted.
Paxton was still beaming as he took my hands, so I pulsed love and desire through the bond, making his cock jump and his eyes widen. “That’s cheating.”
Laughing as he tugged me into the bedroom, I shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He was trying to glare at me, but his giggles kept getting in the way. “I have to focus, Daddy.”
He made it sound like I was some kind of expedition he was planning, so I teased him with the bond again. “You’re always very focused. But I don’t know what you mean.”
The way he rolled his eyes said he didn’t believe me at all, but he was still grinning as he pushed me back onto the bed. “Naughty Daddy.”
Maybe.
But he was appropriately distracted and still aroused.
So I was a smart Daddy.
Focusing on how hard I was and how turned on I was got another wonderful reaction, and that time his eyes rolling was for another reason altogether. My adorable big spoon grabbed his cock and couldn’t seem to decide if he was trying to hold back an orgasm or jerk off.
He finally settled on groaning and glaring at me as he released his dick. “Naughty Daddy. How did you do that?”
Hmm.
It seemed like that’d come through stronger than I’d expected.