Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
A buzz of excitement tore through me, and it grew wilder when I distinctly heard Master and Walker a few feet away. We had their attention; they were watching us. I was so acutely aware of Dean, and I wanted to—
“Just feel, pet. Try to silence all thoughts.” Macklin cupped my face and swirled his tongue around mine, and the movement was so slow and sensual that I got goose bumps.
Just feel.
No more thinking.
Ouch!
Macklin was definitely getting his wish!
I didn’t know what was redder, my face or my butt.
I tried fruitlessly to fist the thick material of the couch, to the point where my too-short fingernails ached. But ohhhh. How could this turn me on at the same time? Master was manipulating me like a magician!
Standing on all fours over Dean’s lap, I could just accept the confusing assault, and there was very little time to be embarrassed. People were watching—Walker, Daddy, Macklin, and Reese were standing right there in front of the couch, clearly enjoying the show.
I whimpered as Master smacked my butt over and over, and he only paused to knead my flesh and rub my cock. I shivered and shook, and my traitorous body bucked against his every touch, including the hand that spanked me.
Daddy planted a knee on the couch and cupped my face in his hands. “Our beautiful boy, you’re doing so well. Try to relax and just feel what Daddy’s doing.”
Just feel what Daddy’s doing.
A heavy blanket of sex cloaked me, and I blinked drowsily.
My Daddies.
“You gotta see this, Riv,” I heard Reese murmur. “That level of red—fuckin’ gorgeous. Shay, get over here too.”
Across the room, the sounds of moans and gasps let me know Noa and KC were having fun with Franklin, and I had to shut them out.
Just feel.
Daddy’s rhythmic spanking, Daddy’s lips on mine, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
Someone put on music with a slow and heavy beat, and it helped me shove the last of my intrusive thoughts out of my brain. I stopped analyzing, I stopped wondering who was around me, I stopped trying to listen.
I heard, and the murmurs went in one ear and out the other.
“You’ll be a good little boy for my brother, won’t you, baby peach?”
Yes, Daddy.
I moaned. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fingers disappeared into my hair—it had to be Macklin. He tugged my head back, and then I was looking up to see Santiago and Walker making out. Oh my God. All while Santiago pulled out Walker’s cock from his boxer briefs.
Dean’s hand landed with a resounding smack, and the heat was so overpowering that it short-circuited my brain. Pain became pleasure, and I just wanted more and more.
“Suck my Owner as if your life depends on it,” Macklin whispered in my ear. “Don’t rush it. Get him properly wet and let him see your tongue.”
I nodded jerkily and sucked in a breath. “Y-yes, Sir.”
I licked my lips, and Santiago and Walker switched places. Then I had Walker’s fingers in my hair, and he guided his big, hard cock to my mouth.
I immediately closed my eyes to just feel. To feel the smoothness of his skin against my tongue, to sense the importance of being a good boy for Daddy’s brother, to hear the moans and heavy breaths around us… I did my absolute best. I laved Walker’s cock with my tongue, and I sucked him like I would suck my Daddies.
Macklin sucked in a sharp breath right before I felt two elbows land on my back, and it was followed by Santiago groaning.
“Fuck.”
“Oh God.”
“Kiss me, Sir. Please.”
“Harder.”
“That’s a good boy.” Walker stroked my cheek, stealing back my focus. I breathed through my nose, and he eased in deeper until I gagged a little. “Wonderful. You’re gonna get me ready for Santiago in no time.”
I flushed with my mouth full, and I peered up at him.
He smiled faintly. “Adorable.”
“Incredibly.” Dean’s lips touched my shoulder. “Few things are as sexy as a cock-hungry little boy pleasing his Owners.”
“Agreed.” Walker began fucking my mouth slowly, a contrast to the jerky movements that shook me every time Santiago pushed his cock into Macklin, whose arms remained on my back.
Add Dean’s relentless spanking—ohhh, okay, maybe not relentless any longer. Something wet was poured between my butt cheeks, and his fingers followed. I moaned around Walker’s cock and couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed about drooling. The lust was sweeping me off my feet, and it was the weirdest sensation in my brain. Like, I couldn’t just feel; my brain had to process everything, but I did feel more…when I could acknowledge what was going on around me.
I whimpered and choked.
I bucked and squirmed.
More.
Fucking heaven.
I blinked, feeling drunk, and I was swimming in desire.
My back hit the mattress, and I blindly reached out at the same time as Noa did, and we grabbed each other’s hands. He was moaning for KC to fuck him harder, but soon his mouth was full of Macklin’s cock. I had no time to recover before Dean flipped me over and yanked me back to his cock. I cried out and fisted the mattress.