“Fine, but no more.”
“It’s cute that you think you have a say.”
“I’m feeling very spoiled.”
“That’s exactly how I want my boy to feel.”
“I don’t need stuff. I just need you.”
“God, you’re so fucking sweet.” I pull him down and give him a kiss that is not appropriate for a store, but he doesn’t fight me when I shove my tongue down his throat. When I finally snap to my senses and pull back, my boy is panting.
“Daddy,” he whines. “Now I have a problem.” I press against him a little harder and rub his dick.
“That’s a big problem.”
“Yeah.”
“Daddy better take care of it,” I whisper and grab his dick now, running my fingers up and down his shaft.
“Yes, please.” He pants when my hands go to his waistband. I make sure to tease around the button before I untuck his shirt and step back.
“All covered,” I say brightly.
His mouth drops open, and he glares at me.
“That wasn’t nice, Daddy.”
“I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Can I play with my paints first?” Whit asks before we’re even in the door.
“Whatever you’d like.” So I get him set up in the kitchen with the finger paints and the large pad of paper we bought to go with them. I remember from when I was a kid that they made us wear old t-shirts because of the mess that we made, but there’s no way Whit will fit into any of my old clothes, so I start to unbutton his shirt.
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
“Just making sure that you don’t get your shirt all dirty.”
“That’s a good idea, but first maybe, you should…”
I wonder why he’s hesitating. Oh, right.
“Suck your tits,” I finish for him.
“They’re not tits.” He blushes adorably.
“Would you prefer moobs?” I can’t help my giggle.
“No, that’s even worse.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. What would you like me to call them?”
“I actually do like when you call them tits,” he whispers. “But it feels so naughty.”
“I am pretty naughty. This time I’m just going to drink and there will be no sexy times. Not because I don’t want to, but I need to make us lunch, and then I should really do some work.”
“Will you watch over me while I paint?”
“Of course. That’s why I set you up in the kitchen, so I can cook and watch you.”
