Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I was sure. Not too long ago, I’d asked Kingsley not to exploit my loneliness. It was the one topic that made me feel genuinely bad. Or it used to anyway. I didn’t feel lonely to the same degree anymore, even though I detested being alone around the house.
Then again, the warmth that encased my chest when Jack called me honey was something else. It was a glimpse into a world I wasn’t ready to be part of yet, despite its appeal. The world of commitment and relationships and affection between two people who loved each other. The world of complete honesty and sharing the slightest problem with someone else. Like my diminishing loneliness.
I didn’t have to tell Jack about that, but he made me want to.
I released a breath and kissed the head of his cock. “I’ve, uh…I’ve seen some humiliation porn where the bottom is made to feel like nobody wants them. And I suppose I still struggle a little with loneliness, so maybe we steer clear of that.”
He gripped my hair more firmly and slipped a hand to my cheek, and he made me peer up at him.
“I won’t go near that button,” he promised. “I want you too much to be able to fool you into thinking otherwise anyway.”
He robbed me of the ability to speak with that declaration. All I could do was squeeze him to me and let the blanket of something incredibly heavy and heartwarming envelop me. It may well be the sweetest thing anyone had ever told me.
“Change of plans. Get on your feet.”
What?
I obeyed even though I was confused, but it quickly morphed into hope when he ushered me onto the bed. He didn’t say another word. He just kissed me hungrily, demandingly, and started tugging down my pants.
The desire that had simmered patiently within me roared ahead, catapulting me into action. I kissed him back, loving the weight of his body on top of my own. He let me remove his clothes too, and we were all hands and mouths until we were both naked.
“You’re gonna be such a good whore for me, Daddy.”
I moaned into the fiery kiss, and he pushed my knees farther apart.
He was going to fuck me.
“Please don’t use a condom, son,” I whispered.
He slowed down a little and smirked against my lips. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and pulled him against me, squeezing and kneading his ass cheeks. They were meant to be groped. “I’ve never felt anyone come in me.”
He cursed and grabbed my jaw, and I watched his expression morph into something darker, more predatory, more possessive. “What kind of pathetic fuckhole’s never been used as a come dumpster?”
I flushed under his heated stare.
“I’ll come in you,” he murmured. “I’ll empty myself in your holes every day while I’m here.”
I exhaled and felt a tremor run through me. “Use me however you want.”
He smiled thinly and eased back, only to lean over me and reach for my nightstand. “You got some lube here, I hope?”
“Yes, Sir. Oil, lube—I have a few kinds.” Depending on the toy I played with. But now I would be the toy. Jackson’s fucktoy.
He whistled at the sight of my modest collection of dildos and one anal plug—a gift from Kingsley. And Jack promised we’d have fun with those toys at some point.
I just wanted his cock, to be honest. “Toys pale in comparison. They get me off. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He chuckled and stroked his cock while he drizzled some oil onto it. “Sometimes your inexperience is glaringly obvious, Uncle Franklin. Toys aren’t meant to be a replacement. They’re tools. We’ll see what you say after I’ve made you wear a plug in a meeting. Or a vibrating cock ring when we’re at dinner.”
Sweet Jesus.
Well, perhaps that would change things.
“I—”
“No, you’re done talking.” He became almost dismissive with me. “The whore can keep his mouth shut.” Without another word, he pushed my knees up toward my stomach and spread them wide apart, and the position drenched me in embarrassment. So exposed, so subservient. “Keep them here.”
Yes, son.
I hooked my arms under my knees and held my legs in place, and a second later, I felt the head of his cock brush against my ass.
“Safeword yellow if you want fingers first,” he commanded quietly. “No shame in that. I just figured…” He pushed in slowly, just enough that the head disappeared inside, and I clenched down hard at the stinging pain. “A whore is a whore,” he groaned. “Fuck me, my Daddy’s a tight come bucket.”
I groaned through gnashed teeth and bore down as much as I could to take all of him. His filthy, humiliating words heated me up, and he was nowhere near finished.
A breath gusted out of him. “Once I’ve started lending you out to all my friends, you’ll need to do clenching exercises. Gotta keep you tight.”