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)
“But you won’t tell me no, will you?”
There was a brief hesitation before he let out a soft, “No.”
I lubed my fingers and played with his hole, fucking him with one, then two, teasing and playing, before pulling back.
“Wait, no. Don’t stop,” he begged.
“Well, that’s not very fun for your Sunshine, is it? You want to play too, don’t you, kitten?”
Jordan wiggled his ass. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
I repeated the same prep for him, spreading his cheeks, admiring his hole, one finger, then two. Jordan writhed and pressed his ass up, silently begging for more.
“Can I have the flogger again?” Ian asked when I mounted him.
“No, boy. I already said no. I’m going to fuck you.”
I lubed my cock. I was straddling him, legs wide, his pressed together so it would be harder to get inside him. He would feel me more. I spread his cheeks and slowly, so fucking slowly, began to work myself inside. He was so goddamned tight, and small noises pulled from the back of his throat.
Jordan turned his head, watching us as I rode Ian from behind. Ian’s hands fisted in the blanket. I fucked. Possessed. Wanted him to remember who he belonged to and that I could do whatever I wanted to him.
“Tell me who owns you.”
“You!” he said into the pillow. “Oh God, you and Jordan. I’m yours.”
Jordan kissed his shoulder, and I allowed it, taking him hard, my body slapping against his. “Keep being a good boy…my and Jordan’s good boy.”
When his breathing picked up and I knew he was close to losing it, I pulled out. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I wanted to fill his ass with my load again.
“Wait. You’re not gonna make me come?” Ian’s voice was urgent and shaky.
“Not yet.” I moved over and straddled Jordan the same way. “Daddy wants to pound his other boy’s hole too.”
I added more lube, then shoved into Jordan in one thrust. He cried out, then stumbled into a, “Yes, Daddy, please. Wreck my hole.”
I took him hard, dug my nails into his shoulder until I knew there would be a mark. Jordan was louder than Ian—he always made more noises, telling me how good it felt and that his hole was mine.
I was getting so close that I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. I pulled out, got on my knees between them. “Turn over,” I commanded while stroking my cock. They both did, and I leaned in, jacking off until I spurted my first shot on Ian’s face, then Jordan’s, my jizz hanging from their lips and on Jordan’s nose and some almost in Ian’s eye. “Share it, and then you can both jack off and come.”
They went right for it, licking and kissing each other, sharing my release between them. I squirted lube on their dicks while watching them eat the load I’d made for them, taking me into their bellies like they were starving for me.
When they pulled back, both of them went straight to jerking their cocks. It wasn’t long before their own seed shot onto their stomachs.
“Jordan, eat up, my little cumslut.”
“Gladly, Daddy.” He leaned over, licked Ian’s jizz off his fingers and skin.
When he was finished, I looked at Ian. “Now it’s your turn to be my cum eater.”
He went at Jordan’s load, sucking it like he was starving before licking his lips.
I lay down between them, pulled them both to me, one boy on each arm. Jordan buried his face in my armpit like he so often did.
“I wish you hadn’t showered,” he said, inhaling me.
“Such a dirty boy.”
“Your dirty boy, Daddy.”
Yes, yes he was.
“I want you both in my bed every night.” I looked at Ian. “Unless that’s a hard limit for you, I’d like it if you slept in here from now on.”
He hesitated…then nodded.
I turned to Jordan. I didn’t let myself think, just said, “Move in with us.”
He took his face out of my arm and looked at me. “I…”
“If you can’t because of your granny, I understand, but please, think about it. You’re both mine, and I want you both here with me.”
“I’d like that. Both of you, I mean,” Ian added.
Jordan’s smile grew so big, I thought everyone in LA could feel it. “I want that too.”
“Good boy,” I praised. “I’ll talk to her if you want, make sure she knows I care about you and I won’t hurt you—not in any way you don’t want, at least.”
“Yeah, probably shouldn’t tell her that part.”
“We can have her over for dinner or something. Whatever it takes.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, sweet boy.”
“Thank you, love bug.” Jordan leaned over me and kissed Ian.
I got up, turned off the light, and then we found our place together, under the blanket, my boys on each side of me, right where they belonged.