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)
After snatching up two condoms and a bottle of lube from the dresser, I paused on my way back. Mattresses were lined against one another across the entire floor, and Dean had just rolled on top of Daddy on one. They shared a soft grin and a kiss.
“I’ve missed you,” Dean admitted.
Daddy touched Dean’s cheek. “I missed you too, cariño. I wish you wasn’t so stubborn.”
I was struck with a hard blow of passion and understanding and admiration toward Kit. I got what he meant now, how he wanted to protect the bond between Colt and Lucas. Daddy and Dean may not have ten years of commitment between them, but they had longing and feelings that’d developed slowly over time. They’d always wondered what if.
Oh, I needed this to work!
“I think you’ve broken my resolve enough for one day,” Dean murmured.
Hardly! Daddy and I were going to break it completely, shatter it, and stomp on the remnants.
In the meantime, so be it, he could wear a condom when he played with Daddy and me. Blah! Not that I didn’t care about safety—I did, very much—but we’d covered that bit. Daddy had started by asking if we had anything to worry about, to which Dean had said he always wore protection. And that had prompted Daddy’s blunt hint.
It was about Dean’s comfort too, though. If he preferred protection, we respected that.
Daddy glanced over at me. “What’re you waiting for, chiquito? Come over here so we can get to work on Dean’s stubbornness.”
I grinned and hurried over.
Dean chuckled huskily and rose up on his knees between Daddy’s legs.
They were so goddamn hot together.
“Condoms for the stubborn Master.” I held the two packets for him.
“Thank you, dear. Before I put one on, though, I want your sweet little mouth on my cock.”
Gosh, yes!
Daddy rumbled a chuckle. “Gael might have a case of oral fixation.”
I flushed and got down on my knees next to him.
“Music to my ears.” Dean stood up and gripped his cock loosely, and my mouth watered at the sight.
Daddy cursed and pushed himself up on one elbow, and he played with himself too.
“Let me hear you ask sweetly, pet,” Dean murmured.
I could totally do that.
I peered up at him. “May I please suck your cock, Master Dean?” Seeing the dark desire brewing in his eyes gave me a dose of confidence. It made me wanna be bolder. “I’m ready to beg whenever you want, Sir. That’s how much I want to service you.”
He clenched his jaw and nodded once, so I closed the distance between us and made sure to maintain eye contact as I gripped the base of his big, hard cock and licked the slit.
He inhaled deeply and eased his fingers into my hair. “What an intoxicating sight. Take as much of me as you can.”
Finally.
I opened wide and sucked him in, and I closed my eyes and let the wave of utter bliss wash over me. The same feeling had struck this morning when I’d sucked Daddy, and I couldn’t explain it. I coated him with my tongue over and over, tracing every inch, every ridge, and tightened my lips around him.
I got lost in what I was doing. Right then and there, my one purpose on this earth was to suck Master Dean’s cock, and I didn’t let my gag reflex decide when I couldn’t take more. I focused super hard and breathed through my nose till I could relax my throat, if only a little. I had to go slowly when he hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “It’s okay if you choke, little boy. I like that.”
Then I was golden!
I gagged a little again, and I held his base tighter. Tears welled up, an automatic reaction, and I coughed and made up for it by sucking harder. Then I looked up at him, and he sucked in a breath and shook his head.
“Perfect—my fucking God—that’s perfect,” he murmured. “Come look at this, darling.”
Daddy scrambled to his feet, and my vision grew too blurry, though I could see he was stroking himself. It was so hot.
“Amazing boy,” Daddy praised me.
I closed my eyes again and returned all my focus to Dean’s cock. Wanting him to feel free to fuck my mouth, I slipped my hands up the backs of his thighs and urged him on.
He liked that.
He fisted my hair, just enough to make it sting a little, and pushed his cock deeper.
It was the start of a mindfucky dance that pulled me between euphoria and a bizarre version of panic. A safe version, if such a thing existed. Because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me or let me go without air for too long, so the bursts of sharp worry faded as quickly as they struck. Over and over, in and out, deeper and deeper, then shallow thrusts that came harder and faster.