Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Good boy. Maybe next time without cutting me off, hmm? Now listen, I want you to take me out and do your job. I’m going to fuck your throat, and as long as you can take it, I want you to keep going, no stopping. You need to trust that I’ll look out for anyone who might come out. I’ll protect you, Ian. If you can’t handle what I give you or you’re too nervous someone will see us, tap my hip with your fingers. Otherwise, no stopping until you swallow my load. I’m negative. I have recent results in the house. Do you need to see them first?”
“No, Sir. I’m negative too, though after last night with Jordan, it’s a little late to be telling you that.”
“He’s negative too. I have his results.” When he acknowledged that, I said, “Now get to it, please, and try to trust me.”
Ian reached into my shorts and underwear and pulled me out. He had to tug my clothes down some, but my tee covered my ass. I wasn’t going to get to savor this quite as much as I wanted to because I’d have to keep an eye out for our surroundings, but I wanted him to trust me. I wanted him to see I trusted him too.
I glanced over each shoulder at the first lash of his tongue against my shaft. “You’re so salty. I love that.”
I loved it too. “Lick my balls and breathe me in.”
“Okay. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“Saying okay is fine. We make our own rules, remember?”
Ian nodded, leaned in, and did as told. I reveled in the feel of his tongue lapping at my sac, at the deep inhalations he took, nose buried in my pubes. “There we go,” I said, stroking his cheek. “Do you like that? The scent of your Sir? Of Jordan’s Daddy? I can’t wait to have you both together.”
My eyes continued to scan the area. I wanted to savor this feeling, but I knew I should be quick. The fear of getting caught was exciting, but I didn’t want that for him.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now. I need you to make me come before someone sees us. Then I’ll do the same for you.”
Ian pulled off. “Yeah, okay, yes, I mean.”
“Look at you, already eager to please me. I had a feeling you would like this.”
I held the base of my cock and pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth, and I slowly pushed inside. Fuck, he felt so damn good, but I didn’t let myself linger. Instead, I pulled out some and snapped my hips forward again. Ian gagged, and his hand immediately came up to tap my hip.
Instantly, I pulled out.
“Fuck…I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no. There’s no reason to apologize. You want to stop, we stop. You don’t have to have a reason for it. I imagine you know why you did, though.”
He paused, looked up, and said, “To make sure you’d listen.”
“I’ll always listen.” He seemed to like having his face caressed, so I brushed my thumb back and forth over his cheek. “Do you want to go inside? We can wake Jordan up and have breakfast, the three of us.”
“No,” Ian rushed out. “I’d like to finish.” When I didn’t answer right away, unsure if we should, he added, “Please…Sir.”
I nodded. “Open up those pretty lips, and give me a place to deposit my load.”
“Yes, David.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ian
It was strange, this intense need I felt building higher and faster inside me, like a tidal wave, and I couldn’t predict it, didn’t understand it, other than to know it was powerful. I just knew I needed this moment, needed to let go. Was this the feeling Finley always told me about? How all the pressure melted away when you handed control to someone else?
I closed my eyes and let David lead me. I didn’t let myself worry about someone walking by and seeing us because I worried about everything all the damn time, and David said he would take care of it. He said I could trust him, and I thought maybe I could. He’d stopped when I said and offered to go inside, and I could see the conflict on his face when I’d asked him to keep going because…because maybe he wasn’t sure it was best, and he wanted to do what was best for me.
When did anyone ever just want what was best for me?
His cock was hot and hard against my tongue, slow fucks, fast fucks, caressing, or jabbing. Hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, and it was good. Fuck, it was good. His hand tightened in my hair, and he told me I was safe, and he would take care of me, and, “Such a beautiful little pup, taking my cock so well. It’s like you were made for it, weren’t you? You and Jordan were made to be on your knees for me, and I’ll get on mine for you too.”