Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Let’s try that again.” Grinning, he shook his head and tried to pretend to frown at me but he was too happy for it to be believable at all. “Someone’s mind was wandering.”
Because he’d turned it off.
“Do you prefer chest or boobs?” The question was so confusing I just blinked at him. He didn’t need much of a response from me to keep going, though.
His gaze dropped down and he patted one pec sending more sparks through me. “Did you know technically everyone has breasts but most men seem incredibly stubborn about the whole chest versus breast issue. Some people are just pigheaded about the strangest things.”
Did I have an opinion on that?
Looking down at where his hand was still petting me, I shrugged. “Um, I guess I usually think of them as pecs but I think…I think my doctor mentioned the breast tissue thing at some point. It’s…it’s vaguely familiar.”
I hadn’t really paid a lot of attention to the technical details when it’d first started happening when I was a teenager. I’d been a bit too panicked for those kinds of points, but I’d mostly caught up after the shock.
It’d just taken me a few years to get there.
“That was a very good explanation, baby.” Dally was so proud of me he kissed my cheek again, and something about his genuine excitement had me blushing and squirming. “I’m very proud of you.”
I was never going to stop blushing and squirming if he didn’t stop being so nice to me. “I…it’s easier if I don’t look at you.”
Did I need to apologize for that?
No.
He giggled.
“You’re just so cute.” His response made me want to push back without thinking about it, but he rolled his hips and clenched his butt cheeks and chased the words away. “Rewards for a good boy.”
Wow.
That was hot too.
Was it okay that it was turning me on?
“More rewards for good boys who ask their questions.” Dally clenched again as his fingers teased over my nipple, barely caressing me and giving me just enough sensation to make me want more. “I know you have one. Can you try to ask it?”
How was I supposed to tell him no when he sounded so sweet and innocent?
How did he sound so sweet and innocent when I was pretty sure he’d be willing to do crazy things to me?
“I…” Shoot. Was I really going to try to ask him that? “You…you know you’re…”
Okay…so I was going to try.
My mistake had been accidentally meeting his gaze, so I fixed the situation and dropped mine again so I was watching his hands instead. It caused other problems, but none that affected my ability to get words out. “You know that turns me on, right?”
Did it.
With that first part out of the way, the rest came out in a rush.
“The good boy and the wiggling and the other thing and the kisses and…well…I’m pretty sure all of it but I wasn’t sure if all of it was supposed to turn me on because there was a Daddy one time…well…he said he was a Daddy and he didn’t like things that…got that response.”
Wow.
He’d broken me so much I told him stuff.
“Oh, baby, you’re such a good boy for explaining that to me and working so hard to get the words out.” Dally gave me another kiss as he snuggled closer, clearly not angry at my question, which was nice.
“Yes, just to make this very clear, I am looking to arouse you. I am looking for you to stay hard while I’m nursing from you and I’m cataloging every reaction to make sure I have lots of fun ways to reward my sweet boy.” Curling into me, Dally made a pleased sound as he rolled his hips again and rubbed his ass over my lap.
“And there will be times that you might not be big but you’re having naughty fun with me and there might be times that we don’t have that kind of fun. There’s no right or wrong here. I’m just going to take care of you and play with you and nurse from you while you come inside me.”
As my brain struggled to keep up, he straightened and it was like a light bulb had gone off over his head. “We’ll need to talk about condoms and where cum should go but I’m not going to rush you.”
Really?
This was actually him not rushing me?
I thought I remembered him saying something like that but there were big gaps in my memory from when he’d first sat down on my lap. But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted him to slow down.
“What…what would be rushing to you?” I wasn’t sure it was a reasonable question but I’d asked him anyway. He liked the last question, so it would be a good way to gauge if he’d been faking that part.