Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Adrian gave a low huff I couldn’t translate and leaned into my touch for a moment before he started to move. He wasn’t exactly fast, but considering the way his cock bobbed and jerked and the way the tail furiously moved, it was probably the best as he could do.
He came back and dropped the ball in my lap, pushing his head into my chest, panting and needy. I ran my fingers through his hair, petting him and murmuring praise to him. He thrived on the affection, and it was a gorgeous thing to see. There was just something so spectacular about it that I couldn’t put into words.
I picked up the ball, clucking my tongue. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I teased. “I can’t wear you out that easily, can I?” I tossed the ball again, and the grin on my own lips felt foreign — foreign, but good.
He went after the ball again with just as much enthusiasm, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring. I wasn’t sure what I liked looking at more — the tail in his ass, or the way his cock moved.
Both. Definitely both. Adrian bounded back across the room, dick and tail both swinging beautifully. He dropped the ball again, giving me a little lick on the lips and a playful bark. Throwing the ball again, I reached out and gave his ass a pat. “Fetch.” The command came out forceful, and to me… heated.
Adrian either didn’t mind or didn’t notice, because he made another cheerful bark and ran across the room, clearly getting used to how good it felt. We repeated the scene over and over. Throw the ball. Fetch the ball. Touches for being a good pup. The touches were getting more and more… Intimate probably wasn’t the word. He was naked with a plug in his ass. We’d reached intimate when we’d kissed in the car. When I’d fingered him and gotten him ready for the tail, we’d gone beyond it. Now, I just didn’t know a word for it.
“Good, Pup.” My hands trailed over his body as he leaned against me, breathing hard and arching his ass up, wagging his tail.
I reached out to touch it, tugging gently, and his breath caught.
“Do you like that?” I asked. I knew the answer even before he gave that soft bark. As good as it looked in his ass, I wanted to pull that plug out and…
I wanted to fuck my brother, and it was getting harder — literally — to resist. I hesitated for a moment, then set the ball aside. “Give Master kisses,” I directed him, leaving it open for him to obey — as a pup, as a man, as my brother, as a lover… I didn’t know which it would end up being, but I’d have taken anything, everything, to keep feeling him close.
He gave me a look that was clearly more man than pup, but he leaned in slowly and let his tongue trace my lips. A desperate whine escaped him, and he pushed his body closer. I wrapped one arm around his neck and shoulders and let the other slide down his body to tease at the sensitive area where his leg and groin met.
Running my fingers down toward his cock and back again, I gave him one more chance to back out. “Do you want Master to make you feel even better, Pup? I can make you feel so good.”
He should have told me no.
He should have walked away.
He kissed my lips.
Pulling him even closer, I let my finger cross that final distance.
My fingers slowly encircled his cock, and it pulsed in my hand. Precum leaked onto
my skin, and his mouth muffled my moan as well as his. I stroked slowly, feeling the weight of him in my grasp.
That kiss lingered on and on until I had to pull back to catch my breath — except I couldn’t really catch my breath, because he was there, and I wanted him. I nudged him back, no longer willing to fight the urge to touch and taste. He hadn’t protested, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to slow down. “Back,” I urged hoarsely, grabbing his hips to push him where I wanted — so I could get to his cock while my fingers closed around the tail in his ass and toyed with it.
Not that I was going to pull it out. I liked it there too much.
I liked the taste of him more.
Reaching for his collar, I urged his chest down to the floor. Either instinct took over or he was just that needy, because his ass bowed up and he made a pleading little whine. It was more of a human sound than a pup’s. I wasn’t sure which role he was in, and it wasn’t really the right time to ask.