Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
The Fox reached around and grasped hold of his wrist, just above the burn, and held it more firmly under the icy water.
“Papa, my hand is going to freeze off.”
“You’ll thank me later. You need to cool that burn off.”
Brody was certain it was fine. It didn’t hurt. Probably because he couldn’t feel his wrist or his hand anymore.
The Fox’s nearness was stirring his body. He couldn’t help but press his ass back against the other man’s crotch, wriggling it back and forth.
“Do you need to go potty, my Pup?” the Fox asked.
He groaned. Part of him wanted to protest the word potty. Another part of him wanted to seize that excuse for the way he’d been moving around.
“I don’t need to use the toilet,” he admitted.
“No? Then why are you moving around like you have ants in your pants?”
“Maybe you should check he doesn’t have ants in his pants, Daddy,” Tutu suggested with a wicked grin.
“Excellent suggestion, my Bunny.”
She bounced up and down in pleasure.
“I thought so,” she replied.
The Fox kept one hand on Brody’s wrist while the other traveled down under the waistband of his sweatpants. His hand went around Brody’s firm dick, making him groan as he rested his head back on the Fox’s chest.
That felt sooo good.
The Fox moved his hand up and down Brody’s dick while his breathing grew faster and his pulse raced.
“Good Pup. Do you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I know you do. I can feel how hard you are. Poor Pup, it’s going to be hard to sleep with this hard-on.”
Brody whimpered. Did that mean he wouldn’t get to come?
“Please, Sir,” he begged.
“Please what? Let you come? But you’ve been so naughty and I’ve got to doctor your wrist.”
“My wrist is fine,” he protested.
“Uh-uh, Papa will be the judge of that. So I guess your cock will just have to stay hard, your balls aching.”
“Ooh, wait! I can help! Pick me! I wanna help!” Tutu was holding her hand up in the air.
Her enthusiasm was killing him. Seriously.
“Hmm, shall I let Bunny play with you?”
“Please, Daddy! Please. I’ll be a good girl.”
Both Brody and the Fox snorted.
“I’ll let you suck on Brody while I deal with his wrist. Wiggle your toes first and show me that they’re all right.”
The Fox finally turned off the tap. Tutu moved her toes back and forth. “See Daddy, all good!”
“All right, you can help Pup with his little problem.”
“Hey!” Brody protested. “It’s not a little problem. It’s a truly massive problem.”
Tutu giggled as the Fox lifted her down.
“Of course it is, Brody-bear,” she said loyally. “A huge, enormous, ginormous problem.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go quite that far,” he muttered, his cheeks growing hot.
“Take a step back, Pup,” the Fox ordered.
After he stepped back, the Fox threw a clean towel down on the floor in front of Brody’s feet.
“There you are, Bunny. Suck our boy off. But, Pup, you’re not to come without permission.”
Great, so he was about to be tortured.
He held out his hand to Tutu to help her balance as she got down on her knees in front of him. Lord knew they didn’t need her hurting herself again.
Or him. Because his family jewels were in a very vulnerable position, and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d accidentally kneed him there.
She left Freddy Fox on the bench. Probably just as well. He didn’t need to see this.
Reaching up, she drew his pajama pants down as the Fox rummaged through the First-Aid kit. Was he seriously going to deal with the tiny red spot on Brody’s wrist while Tutu sucked him off?
She drew his dick into her mouth, sucking vigorously, and Brody groaned.
God. Felt so good.
Why hadn’t they done this while they were waiting for the Fox to get home rather than playing video games? Oh, and let’s not forget Tutu’s tobogganing.
“That feels good, does it?” the Fox asked as he took hold of his wrist once again and dabbed some burn cream on the small spot. This was ridiculous and over-the-top, and it made Brody’s heart sing with satisfaction and pleasure.
To know that he was completely and utterly cared for was a blessing and sometimes a curse, depending on how overprotective the Fox was being. He really didn’t handle them being hurt or sick at all. Sometimes, Brody thought he was getting worse. The other day, he’d sneezed because of some dust and the Fox had made him spend the entire day in bed.
Yep, the Fox was nuts.
But Brody wouldn’t have him any other way.
Tutu moved her mouth up and down his shaft. Then, wrapping her hand around the base of him, she licked her way up his dick before taking him deep once more.
Killing. Him.
He could feel his orgasm growing. It was an ache in the small of his back.
Fuck. He needed to come so badly.
“Please, Sir.”