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)
“Get lower—I gotta fuck him,” I heard Daddy say.
No! I almost cried out when Dean eased his cock out of my way. I couldn’t take it! I needed it back! Luckily, he let me closer as soon as his knees hit the mattress, and then I was back to nursing from his cock. I loved it so much, how the smooth skin slid along my tongue, how the saltiness of his pre-come caused more saliva to pool in my mouth, and his groans that grew louder whenever I swallowed.
“Fuck, you were made for this, boy,” he grunted.
I nodded and sucked him for all I was worth.
I startled when I suddenly felt a wet, slippery finger circle my butt. I was still sore from this morning, but the added sensitivity made me greedy too. I pushed back, and Daddy slowly forced two fingers inside me.
I whimpered breathlessly around Dean’s cock and white-knuckled the mattress.
When Daddy decided I was ready for his cock, it hit me that I was clinging to a semblance of composure, and that wouldn’t work. I couldn’t struggle against the tears and drool at the same time as I was a perfect fuck-toy for Daddy and Dean. I just couldn’t. I had to let go.
“Let’s try somethin’.” Dean stilled my head. “Clear your throat, little one. Take a deep breath.”
I gasped, that’s what I did. I gasped and gulped and tried to regain my breathing, all while Daddy pushed against my opening. I sniffled too, and I wiped my mouth.
“Now. Take me in slowly. All the way.” Dean’s commanding stare seared into me, and I couldn’t look away from him. I sucked him in slowly, making sure I could breathe through my nose. “Amazing,” he whispered. “You’re such a good little boy for me.”
A hot rush of pleasure coursed through me, and I pushed forward until his big cock was stuffing my throat.
He cursed, out of breath, and held me in place. “Steady breaths through your nose. We’ll keep still like this until Daddy’s buried all the way in your tight little hole.”
I whimpered. Fuck, I was so hard and needy.
Daddy went slowly too, kissing my spine lovingly as he entered me. “You love this, don’t you, baby? Fucked by Daddy and throat-fucked by your professor.”
Oh my God.
A dark, wicked glint appeared in Dean’s eyes. “That a fact? Did you have filthy thoughts about me in class?”
It was bad to lie, right?
I managed a small nod. If I moved too much, I would spiral. The burn from Daddy’s cock, the panic that lurked in the background, whispering to me that I couldn’t take my next breath for granted as long as I had my professor’s cock buried in my throat.
“Well…” Dean brushed a stray tear from my cheek. “Perhaps I should join the Academy event after all, so I can show you what happens when you act like a whore around your professor.”
Kill me.
Fucking kill me! If I were a dog, I’d be humping air by now. Yes, yes, yes, yes, please sign up for the event! Then Daddy and I could do the same! We hadn’t talked about it; maybe Dean assumed we had.
“Now that you’ve said it, you can’t fuckin’ go back on your word,” Daddy told Dean. “It’s settled. We’ll do the event together.”
Kinky heaven, take me now. Hell, I was already there.
I gasped.
I pleaded.
Oops, I almost rolled over Dean’s snack. His glucose levels had dropped at some point…but Daddy had fetched him food. And a—oh, gross. Wet towels. We had some of those too now, so we could clean off.
I moaned.
I almost lost consciousness when it was Daddy’s turn to deep-throat me.
They had to remind me to use my safewords, but I wasn’t anywhere near ready to limit anything. The pleasure and pain mingled like the most intoxicating drug, and it wasn’t the kind of pain I’d expected. Like, when I’d watched subs get whipped and stuff at the club. This was different. It was how roughly they grabbed at me when we rolled around together on the mattresses, how they gripped my jaw and kissed me brutally hard, how their pelvises slapped against my bottom when they fucked me.
My skin was marked with red blotches, and I had never felt so alive.
Moments later, Daddy’s hot come flooded my mouth, and the air was filled with his groan, my choking sounds, and Dean’s heavy breaths as he fucked me from behind.
When Daddy collapsed on the mattress, Dean pulled me down and repositioned us so we were both on our sides, with him behind me. He hiked an arm under my leg, then shoved his cock back inside me, and I cried out hoarsely. I was fucking swimming in sex. My composure was long gone. I was just delirious. Moaning, crying, sobbing, begging for more, squirming, writhing.