Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
His chest hair tickled my back until he pressed himself closer to me, and that right there, with his body lined up perfectly with mine, was the stuff.
He’d gone extra generous with the oil this morning, so our slow fuck came with a delectable sensation when he forced himself in with more ease. It lulled me into a sleepy-horny state where I just wanted to lie here and take his cock all day.
A traitorous whimper slipped out as he lifted my leg for a deeper reach, and he pressed his lips to my neck.
“Morning, little one. Daddy woke up hungry and couldn’t help himself.”
“Hnnngh.” I pushed back against him and reveled in the hurty moments. Like when he grabbed at me a little harder and happened to place his fingers right over a bruise. “Is it cuz my bottom is cute and tight?”
He groaned under his breath and picked up the pace. “Irresistibly.” His breaths came out faster, and he dropped the most sensual, openmouthed kisses on my skin. “I won’t be too long. We have plans.”
Ew, I didn’t like that word right now!
“What kind of plans?” I pushed myself up a bit and tried to peer behind me. I wanted to see his big cock sliding in and out of me.
But Daddy evidently had something else in mind. He pulled out and flattened me against the mattress, and I sucked in a breath. My legs went around his hips, automatically lifting my butt off the sheets a little, and then he shoved his cock deep inside me.
I gasped at the sharp pain that bolted through me, and I latched on, my fingers digging into his biceps.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he exhaled. “We’re goin’ over to Madigan and Abel’s for breakfast.”
Yeah, okay, we could discuss that later.
I pulled him down on me, and I grabbed at his face, needing his mouth on mine.
Oh my God, that feels so good.
The slow fuck was slow no more!
We moaned and kissed greedily, and I couldn’t help but reach for my cock. He didn’t stop me, though, so it must be allowed.
“I love the way you fuck me,” I whimpered.
He hummed into a tongue-teasing kiss that made my toes curl, and then he removed my hand so he could take over. He was just so passionate and all in. He broke the kiss and peered down between us, so I had to lift my head. I wanted to see too.
He stroked me quickly, keeping with the pace he fucked me, and I stared hungrily.
“You have the cutest fucking cock, baby boy.”
I flushed and squirmed. How did he know exactly what to say to turn me into a needy little mess? I mean, I was…um, proportionate…? But next to him, every part of me was small, and that was exactly how I wanted to feel. A push of that tiny humiliation button did the trick. I suddenly existed to pleasure him, to be his little baby boy, and to take as many releases as Daddy wanted to fuck into me.
We met in another deep kiss, and he did something that caused a rush of pleasure to push me right to the edge of the cliff. It was how he twisted his hand and how he ground himself deeper in my ass, and I could no longer control my breathing. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. The sensations exploded within me. I started trembling and—
“You’re right there,” he whispered, out of breath. “Let go. Make a mess all over yourself.”
Oh God.
I was so done. I screwed my eyes shut and dug my head back into the pillow, and I didn’t stand a chance. Before I knew it, I imploded with euphoria, and ropes of come shot out of my cock. At the same time, Daddy fucked me brutally hard and fast, drowning me in pleasure and pain.
Make this my forever, please.
It was a bummer that Justin and Angel didn’t show up with their Owners, but I wasn’t all too surprised either. They had kids and whatnot. At least I got to see Abel and Kit again!
Madigan and Abel had ordered from a sandwich place in the marina, close to where they lived, and they had everything set up on the dining room table when we showed up.
“Hi, everyone!” I waved.
They had a lovely house, very coastal-style, like New England, with an ocean view and everything.
“Look at our bruised-up boys.” Daddy was way too happy. “That’s how we want you, innit?”
Kit huffed and snuck behind a grinning Colt.
“You sound like Colt,” Lucas noted.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Daddy chuckled. “We had great fun last night.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Colt smiled and ruffled Kit’s hair, to which he scowled and smoothed back his wavy hair again. Or he tried.
Madigan set a pitcher of orange juice and coffee on the table. “Let’s dig in, gentlemen. There’s egg, cheese, and Italian sausage on croissant, salmon and cream cheese on pumpernickel for my NHL player who isn’t allowed to eat white bread at the moment, and ham, cheese, tomato, and Dijon on plain bagel.”