Daddy's filthy little pet
“Baby, it’s almost midnight. Mom’s probably already suspicious I haven’t come down for water or anything.”
He pouted—full bottom lip out, brows scrunched, eyes big and pleading—like a giant puppy who’d just been told walkies were canceled.
“But I miss you already,” he mumbled against my hair—voice muffled, dramatic, adorable. “You just got here. We barely cuddled. I haven’t kissed you enough. Look—” He started peppering quick, silly kisses all over my face: forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, eyelids, the tip of my ear. “See? Not enough. I need at least… a hundred more. Minimum.”
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