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)
“On your knees, sub. Take off everything from my waist down. Sunshine, deal with my shirt, then kiss me.”
“Yes, Dom.” I dropped, let my knees kiss the carpet, and crawled to him. I took his shoes off first, then his socks, pants, underwear. Jordan had already removed his shirt, and they were kissing above me, when I felt the need surface that always accompanied me in sub mode. “Can I kiss your feet?”
My Dom pulled back from Jordan’s mouth. “You want to do that?”
“Yes…I’d love to be on my knees for you, worshipping your feet.”
Ian gave me a nod. I leaned forward, pressed my lips to the top of his left foot, then the right. I felt like a slut, his slut, with my ass in the air and lace between my cheeks as I went back and forth kissing each foot. “Lick them,” Ian said.
I glanced up to see Jordan sucking his nipple the way he’d done to me. “Yes, Dom.”
My tongue traced the top of his foot, following the lines of his veins, then up his calves.
I alternated between kissing his feet and licking my way up and down his legs, as my Dom urged me on, urged us on. “Good, sub. Fuck yes, Sunshine.”
Suddenly there was a fist in my hair, jerking my head up. Ian looked down at me. “You have both changed my world so much. Do you know that? How good you both are for me? What it does to me to see you on your knees for me?”
“Yes, Dom.” I did know, and I loved him and this feeling.
“Kiss him,” he told Jordan, who went to his knees, his tongue lashing at my lips, and I automatically opened for him.
God, I needed this, so much. Not just to clear my head tonight, which it would do, but also in my life. Submitting sometimes was something I couldn’t live without, and Ian giving me this solidified another piece of us.
Ian stood before us, gloriously naked and hard. “Lick me together, and kiss around me.”
We did, sucking his musky balls in unison, licking his shaft, kissing with his glans between us, servicing him. I loved the taste of both of them on my tongue, sharing this moment with Jordan, opening up a new dimension to our relationship, where instead of me leading, the two of us followed together. It was perfect. It completed us.
My hole felt empty, the feel of the G-string rubbing it a tease. “Please, Dom, fuck me. I need to be filled.”
“Patience, sub. Lie on the bed.”
“Yes, Dom.”
I did, and they stood in front of me, these beautiful men who’d taken my heart, when I didn’t think I could ever give it again.
“Mark him with me,” Ian told Jordan.
“Yes, Sir.”
They did. I’d never been bitten or given so many hickeys—on my chest, my stomach, my upper arms, my thighs. I would wear the evidence of this proudly. They made me feel cherished. I writhed beneath them, my cock leaking, my balls aching and full as I let them prove how much they owned me. That I was theirs.
We owned each other, the three of us. They were mine, and I was theirs.
“David, lie down with your ass over the end of the bed, legs up to your chest. Jordan, don’t take the pretty panties off my sub, but lick his hole, get it nice and ready for my cock as I fuck his pretty face.”
I’d never felt pretty in my life. Handsome, yes, but not pretty the way I did when Ian said it and got ready to worship me. My body arched off the bed before I moved quickly to do what he said. I proudly held my legs back like a slut. Jordan was on the floor. He moved the G-string over, then swiped his tongue over my rim. I nearly jolted off the bed again. It had been a long time since I’d had my ass eaten, and I vowed to make them both do it for me again, command them to eat my hole when I was Ian’s Sir and Jordan’s Daddy again.
Jordan ravaged me like I was his last meal, brushing his tongue over the dusting of hair in my crack, probing my ass, moaning and savoring me. I felt like his favorite treat.
Suddenly, Ian’s rough hand pushed my head to the side, and his cock thrust between my lips. I gagged, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up on me. I felt like his hole, just his toy for pleasure, and I fucking loved it.
At the same time, Jordan was worshipping my ass like he would die without me.
My Dom fucked so hard, tears filled my eyes, ran down my face. Tears of pain, tears for Tony, tears for this moment and what they were giving me, tears for how much I loved them.