Page 16 of A Little More Love

“Shut up,” I laughed, sliding to my knees in front of him. The plug stretched as I moved.

“Yay! More hot!” Tinsley squealed, clapping her hands.

Opening my mouth, I took Elliot’s length into my mouth. His soft moan caused heat to start building in my stomach. I loved bringing him pleasure.

Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him deep. His hands fisted in my hair and I let him take over the pace. My eyes watered when he filled my mouth, but I loved serving him this way. Tugging his balls earned me a delicious moan.

“Fuck,” he said, his head falling back. “I’m not going to last, baby.”

“I don’t need you to,” I answered after I released him. “I just want to give you pleasure.”

Sucking him deep and bobbing my head back and forth caused him to finally unload in my mouth.

Swallowing, I stood and grabbed his and Tinsley’s hands and pulled them to their feet. “Let’s go feed your hungry tummies.”

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Taking Tinsley’s hand, I led her and Elliot to the back of The Pancake Palace. Helping her settle into the little booth gave me a delightful view of her diaper covered ass. I’d applied the duckie covered diaper after we showered, but I couldn’t get over how fucking cute it was. It matched her tiny waddle perfectly.

“This is your favorite place?” Tinsley asked, looking around the dimly lit diner.

I laughed at her face full of skepticism. Her concern was fair. It had definitely seen better days.

“It is.”

“Is a restaurant?” she asked.

Laughing, I booped her nose. “It is.”

“Is asanitaryrestaurant?”

Elliot laughed. “They had an A on their last inspection, Teenie. I checked when I went to the bathroom.”

“I can’t believe how little you two trust Papa!”

“Tinsley trusts you, just not this food,” she sassed.

“They have the best pancakes in all of Georgia.”

She perked up a bit at the mention of her favorite food. “Allof Georgia?”

“Yes. Some even have cookies in them.”

Her eyes widened and suddenly she looked much more willing to eat.

“Cookies in them?”

“Yes, and they have whipped cream on top,” I answered, delighted in her Little’s enthusiasm.

“Tinsley wants 43.”

Laughing, I ruffled her curls before kissing her head. “I love you, Little one.”

“Love you, Papa.”

I took Elliot’s hand from across the table and squeezed. “I love you both.”

“Ditto, baby,” Elliot responded.

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