Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“I…I want to, Daddy.” It just wasn’t working. “I…”
Well, part of me wanted to.
“You’re…I…” The words kept vanishing before I could get them out, but that might’ve been because he kept making me moan.
“That’s right. Relax this pretty hole so Daddy can get you ready.” My body obeyed that order without my having to think about it, but once his finger slid into me, the sparks that went through me started turning random parts of my brain on.
Daddy was watching me.
Daddy had spanked me.
Daddy had given me a pretty tushy.
Dally was going to be really proud of himself.
Oh wow.
“There’s your special button.” Making what felt like slow circles over my prostate, he got sidetracked by playing with the fun new toy he’d found. “Dally said you’d like this.”
He and I were going to have a conversation.
Eventually.
“I…Daddy…” Pressing my face into the mattress, I whined and shook. “It’s…it’s too much, Daddy.”
He made a quiet, understanding sound but kept teasing me and playing with my button. “Are you sure, baby? I can feel you shaking and how excited you are. I think you’re having so much fun it’s just getting trapped inside you.”
Yes.
It was trapped.
Too much happy was overwhelming.
I wouldn’t come but I’d shatter into a million pieces.
I’d pop like a balloon.
I’d explode from too much excitement.
I’d—
God, a second finger.
Damn it. He’d stopped playing with my button.
Chapter 16
Elias
His emotions were on a roller coaster, and watching the highs and lows as he got close to his orgasm and then as it slid away from him was just as exhausting as going through it.
Milo was hiding his face against the bed, but his sounds were expressive and his body gave away every need. He loved being tortured and he was just as sensitive there as I’d been told. Oversharing aside, I had to admit that it was wonderful to see that Milo had a friend who wanted him to be happy as much as I did.
The way he alternated between grumbling and whimpering for more as I stretched him made me smile, but it was hot as fuck too. He couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted more, and watching his emotions and needs flash through him was amazing.
And it made me want to see what he’d do when I finally fucked him.
Two fingers gave him just enough of a distraction and a stretch that he came back down from the edge, but three shifted him back toward spanking levels of need. I could feel his body clenching around my fingers and milking them for every drop of pleasure he could get.
When he whined and pushed back, not-so-subtly begging for more, I eased my fingers out and squeezed one cheek. “You’re such a good boy. You didn’t come and you stopped humping my lap.”
For the most part.
That got me sexy, embarrassed sounds but he didn’t close his legs and he was working his ass like he could still feel me inside him. “I think you’ve learned your lesson and you’re going to be my good boy.”
It took Milo a few seconds too long to nod, and I had a feeling that a big part of him was wondering if he’d get another spank if he gave me some pushback. I’d have loved to get a peek at what was going through his head, but it seemed that logic won out in the end.
It was probably a good choice since I wasn’t sure what I’d have done if he’d decided to brat his way through the scene.
“Are you ready to feel me inside you?” I’d wanted to reach through the phone and strangle Dally when he’d started oversharing, but I had to admit the results were spot-on. “Do you want Daddy to fill you up?”
He wasn’t little, but I was Daddy and the cutesy verbiage was exactly what he wanted, even if he hadn’t been willing to admit it.
Dally had said that asking for what he wanted hadn’t always turned out well for Milo, and I was starting to understand why. So I was going to appreciate all the helpful comments from the gossipy peanut gallery and simply enjoy the results.
Because it wasn’t like Milo wasn’t perfectly aware of what his best friend was doing behind the scenes.
Muscles clenching, Milo nodded and pushed his ass up, whining but not willing or maybe just not able to get the words out. He’d made his point, though, and he’d used his words before we’d started the scene, so I wasn’t worried. “Good boy.”
Asking him to move seemed like a hit-or-miss proposition, so I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up, shifting him to the side. I wasn’t going to be carrying him around the house anytime soon, but I went to the gym often enough that it wasn’t a strain.
It was, however, sexy as fuck to Milo.