Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I…you…” Moaning out what seemed to be fuck as I forced his body to continue to try to come, he made rambling sounds as he shook. “That’s…”
“Masters can’t cheat.” But they could pinch their sub’s dicks and nail their prostates to make them cry out as the overwhelming sensations shattered their alcohol-soaked brains.
Bingo.
He melted against me, moaning softly as the last of his pleasure sent sparks through him. Ashton was flying, so I gave up fighting my orgasm and filled his ass with my cum. He was coherent enough to reach back and wrap one arm around my neck and mumbled something with the word love in it, and I knew how much effort that had taken him.
“Love you too, naughty boy.” That got a tiny smile from him, but before I could ease out of him, he was out and damned near snoring. “Definitely a naughty boy.”
One who didn’t want to be sticky when he woke up.
Shit.
Chapter 17
Ashton
No.
No.
No.
No all done.
“You need a drink and you need a snack.” My naughty man sighed and scooped me up. “Don’t glare at me. It’s not cheating.”
Yes. Cheating.
Play.
“I agreed to let you finish coloring that one page, not the whole book.” My naughty man huffed when I pouted good. “You were the one who was cheating.”
My colors.
No cheat.
“If you suck your quiet toy any harder it’s going to pop.” My naughty man chuckled when I went faster harder. “I think I need to order at least one more of those.”
Mine.
“Alright, wrap your legs around me.” My naughty man wiggled me and I had to be a monkey, so I made the sound. “Yes. Monkey time.”
He was so silly.
He made the sound too.
“I might need to tickle my monkey.” My naughty man patted my bottom. “You’re still dry.”
Bossy naughty man.
Color. Color. Color. No tickle time.
“Just pointing to the living room doesn’t give me as much information as you seem to think, silly monkey.” My naughty man kissed my head. “But I’m thinking that means you were too busy for tickles or diaper time.”
Yes.
No wiggles.
No wiggles.
“It’s time to think about your diaper, though.” My naughty man rubbed my back before he got my bottle out of the fridge. “I bet you have a full bladder. That can’t be comfortable. You won’t be able to relax and drink your milk if your tummy aches.”
Cheater. Cheater.
“Does my good boy have tummy aches?” My naughty man asked silly questions. “Or does my good boy make sure his tummy feels nice?”
Cheater. Cheater.
“If you relaxed, I bet your tummy would feel nice.” Kiss. Kiss. “I bet if you relaxed, you’d feel like a good boy.”
Ugh.
My naughty man wanted big bed snuggles.
“Hold tight little monkey.” Kiss. Kiss. Hug. “That’s right.”
Up.
Up.
Up.
No wiggles.
No wiggles.
“All safe. Good job, monkey.” My naughty man poked my side with the bottle. “You feel like a robot.”
No. Good boy.
My naughty man chuckled. “A grumpy robot, stiff and grumbly.”
He sat us down on the bed and snuggled me tight. “We’ll have this in just a second.”
No bottle.
Ugh.
Tummy rubbies. “We’re just going to cuddle for a minute until you remember who’s in charge.”
My naughty man.
Ugh.
I hid my face and poked his chest.
“That’s right. I’m in charge. I’m in charge of everything, right?” My naughty man was stubborn and kissed my head. Wait. Wait. Wait. “That’s right. Good nod, baby. You’re such a good boy.”
Cheater.
“You’ve been a good boy when you were coloring and playing. You were a good boy when you let me feed you lunch and you were a good boy when you used your diaper this morning.”
’Cause my naughty man tickle cheater.
“You were even a good boy when we played toys in the tub.” My naughty man shrugged. “So I know you’re going to be a good boy now.”
Ugh. Big big cheater.
Even tummy rubs.
Lots of big cheater.
My naughty man kissed my head and hugged me so tight I popped. He did it. He was naughty. He was sneaky. He was cuddly too.
“Oh, my good boy.” My naughty man gave me more kisses and was so excited I sighed…and huffed…and pouted…and groaned.
My naughty man laid me down.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can have a drink.” My naughty man smiled but cuddles and a bottle and big smiles meant naps. “Then we’ll snuggle up together and I’ll read you another story.”
Cheater. Cheater.
Not gonna look.
My naughty man chuckled. “You’re so silly. Are you playing possum? Hmm, what other animal could you be? Oh, are you a hibernating bear?”
Silly. Silly.
“Shaking your head, huh?” My naughty man made thinky sounds as he tugged my legs and moved me to the side of the bed and made me look. “Let’s see. What else could you be?”
He even went tap, tap, tap on his chin.
He was a silly monkey.
“You could be a sleepy cat.” He made a big happy face like he was so smart as he unsnapped my special shirt. “You’d be a very cute cat.”