Page 61 of Their Little Helper

“You’re welcome.” He kissed my cheek, still studying me and probably thinking about trains or the promises he might’ve made.

Papa couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to sigh or roll his eyes, but watching Daddy start stripping off his pants fixed some of his problems too.

The fact that Daddy didn’t seem to own any full-size underwear helped as well.

It distracted Papa so thoroughly he forgot he was frustrated and Daddy forgot all about the trains which improved both of their moods. All it took was one look at Papa for Daddy to lose track of everything but getting what he wanted.

And that was not trains.

Little me wanted to giggle and liked the snack idea because he was hungry too. Big me wanted to giggle at how they flirted with each other because it was cute and I was amazed by how they could do it. All of me was still thinking about food and waswondering if Papa had chicken nuggets and if I was really going to get another orgasm.

Daddy had kind of promised that earlier but it sounded like a silly promise not a real one.

He knew naked cuddles were a real promise, though, because he stripped off his tiny undies and that made both of them happy. “Free at last.”

Papa rolled his eyes but he wanted to smile as Daddy threw himself over me and smiled wider. “Cuddles for my boy.”

Wiggling his bottom, Daddy winked at me. “And a needy hole for your Papa.”

If Papa kept rolling his eyes they were going to break.

“If you keep wiggling that ass I’m going to spank it.” Grumbling, Papa was studying Daddy’s bottom but he reached for the lube on the nightstand.

He hadn’t even hidden it…not even in a drawer.

“Promises. Promises.” Daddy moaned when Papa followed through with his promise. “That’s so good.”

Really?

Daddy looked like he’d just eaten the best dessert, so maybe the internet hadn’t lied?

“Again.” Daddy’s demanding tone had Papa imagining doing naughty things to him, and probably punishing him, but he gave Daddy what he wanted and made a pop sound that sent a shiver through me. “So good.”

Daddy curled his body into my chest, nuzzling against me as he pushed his bottom up again. “Don’t worry, baby. I…I know my limits and Pokey is going to give me exactly what I want.”

“Brat.” Papa thought he was a brat but he also gave him what he wanted…so was being a brat a bad thing or not?

I had questions but Daddy was distracted and Papa was still frustrated, so it wasn’t the time to figure anything out.

Maybe after Daddy got nuggets too?

Everybody had nuggets, right?

Oh.

“Yes, that’s my good boy.” Daddy licked my nipple again, making happy sounds as my letdown had milk beading at the tip. “Gonna take good care of Daddy’s tummy and Pokey is going to take care of the rest of me.”

“High.” Smack. “Fucking.” Smack. “Maintenance.”

Between moans, Daddy wrapped his lips around my nipple and made happy sounds as he drank down my milk and Papa took care of his bottom. Daddy might need a lot of attention but I liked that we were the ones to give it to him.

And I really liked how good it felt when he sucked on me and when he wiggled.

Naked cuddles were the best kind…he was so smart.

He seemed smart about how to get Papa to give him what he wanted too because in between spanks, Papa stripped off his clothes. He was grumbling about attention-whore brats and being naughty but that didn’t seem to mean what I thought it had since Daddy was getting what he wanted.

That was another thing I might have to ask about later or at least look up online, but Daddy was too distracting and felt too good. He made me feel hot and relaxed and snuggled and important. He needed me and he needed Papa.

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