Page 61 of Hiding From Laughter

Bingo.

He melted against me, moaning softly as thelast of his pleasure sent sparks through him. Ashton was flying, so I gave upfighting my orgasm and filled his ass with my cum. He was coherent enough toreach back and wrap one arm around my neck and mumbled something with the wordlove in it, and I knew how much effort that had taken him.

“Love you too, naughty boy.” That got atiny smile from him, but before I could ease out of him, he was out and damnednear snoring. “Definitely a naughty boy.”

One who didn’t want to be sticky when hewoke up.

Shit.

Chapter 17

Ashton

No.

No.

No.

No all done.

“You need a drink and you need a snack.” Mynaughty 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 thatone page, not the whole book.” My naughty man huffed when I pouted good. “Youwere the one who was cheating.”

My colors.

No cheat.

“If you suck your quiet toy any harder it’sgoing to pop.” My naughty man chuckled when I went faster harder. “I think Ineed to order at least one more of those.”

Mine.

“Alright, wrap your legs around me.” Mynaughty 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.” Mynaughty man patted my bottom. “You’re still dry.”

Bossy naughty man.

Color. Color. Color. No tickle time.

“Just pointing to the living room doesn’tgive me as much information as you seem to think, silly monkey.” My naughty mankissed my head. “But I’m thinking that means you were too busy for tickles ordiaper 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 thefridge. “I bet you have a full bladder. That can’t be comfortable. You won’t beable to relax and drink your milk if your tummy aches.”

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