Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Grey leaned over him, letting Mack feel a bit of his weight and pinning him to the table. He pressed a line of kisses across Mack’s shoulder and up his neck. Mack loved the brush of Grey’s body hair and the scrape of his evening beard against his skin. He couldn’t remember being more turned on.
“You feel so good around me, Mackie. I could happily come home to this every evening.”
Mack nodded his head fervently. “Please,” he begged, needing Grey to move.
Grey bounced his hips against Mack, shifting a small bit in and out of him. It was good, but he needed more. “Move, please.”
“I like it here,” Grey told him, continuing the subtle, deep thrusts that somehow seemed to fuel Mack’s desire hotter and hotter. “Maybe you’d like me to touch you here?”
A guttural sound burst from Mack’s mouth when Grey’s still slick hand wrapped around Mack’s cock and squeezed. Mack tried to control himself but spewed his seed onto the floor like a teenage boy.
“You are so responsive, Mackie. How did I get so lucky?”
Releasing him, Grey’s husky whisper in his ear reassured him he was not disappointed. Mack didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Grey withdrew almost completely before thrusting sharply back inside.
“Daddy’s turn,” Grey growled. “Maybe Mackie can come again…”
His strokes gathered speed. Each time his thick shaft slid inside, the feel of the invader brushing against all the sensitive spots inside made Mack’s arousal rekindle. Grey changed his angle slightly, drawing a gasp of astonishment from Mack.
“There,” he begged and pressed his forehead against the tabletop as Grey did as he requested. How can he make me feel so much?
Grey’s breath above him intensified. Mack knew he was close. “I want to touch you, Daddy.”
“Pull out of the restraints, Mackie.” Grey gave him permission.
With twists of his wrists, Mack freed his hands and braced one forearm on the table. Stabilized against Grey’s rapid movements, Mack reached back to run a hand over Grey’s arm and side.
Grey reached around him again, pulling firmly on Mack’s renewed erection. “Come with me!”
Mack bit his lip, trying to hold on. His resistance could only last a short time. He groaned loudly as he came once again.
“Mackie!” With a shout, Grey emptied himself inside Mack with a massive burst of heat.
CHAPTER 8
When they could move, Grey led him to the huge shower. Not allowed to help, Mack enjoyed the feel of Grey’s hands on him as he washed him from head to toe thoroughly. Wrapped in a thirsty towel, Mack leaned against the tiled wall out of the splash zone and watched Grey’s tantalizing fingers moving on his hard body. That was almost as good as feeling the sensations himself. Almost.
This time in the nursery, Mack actually put on the clothes he’d chosen to lounge in before Grey escorted him back to the open family and kitchen area. Grey had him sit on the soft leather couch that molded around him.
“Let me grab some refreshments. Here’s the remote. Choose a short, animated movie for us to enjoy,” Grey instructed and showed him how to use the remote.
“Here’s the next spy movie,” Mack announced, turning to look at Grey.
“Nope. That’s too exciting before bed. Animated, Mack.”
Sighing, Mack kept looking. He found a violent animated movie and considered choosing that one. One side glance at Grey working in the kitchen made him choose more wisely.
When the cheerful music started, Grey mentioned, “One of my favorites. I had a Siamese cat when I was a kid.”
“You knew what I chose just from the music?” Mack asked in amazement. The singing hadn’t even started.
“Of course,” Grey said, picking up a tray and carrying it to the round table. “Onelia left us sandwiches and goodies.”
Mack stared at the gooiest-looking cookies. “I could just have one of those,” he said, pointing at an oatmeal one.
“Sandwich first. Here.” Grey handed him a half sandwich with the crust cut off.
Wrinkling his nose, Mack took the sandwich and took a bite. “Yum,” he hummed.
“Onelia doesn’t mess around. Everything she touches is golden,” Grey assured him as he helped himself to one on wheat bread. He settled back on the couch near Mack and wrapped an arm around him, pulling Mack close.
Three half sandwiches later, he rubbed his tummy. Snuggled next to Grey, he wished this moment could be frozen in time. It seemed magical.
Grey shifted to grab what looked like an insulated cup. When he pulled off the lid, Mack pushed away. A powerful arm around his torso foiled that attempt.
“Just try it, Mackie. This way, you don’t have to worry about spilling anything,” Grey reassured him.
“I’m not a baby.”
“You’re a big boy. Just try this for Daddy.”
Relenting, Mack opened his mouth and let Grey slide the rubbery nipple inside. He drew on it tentatively and hummed his appreciation of the yummy drink inside. It tasted like melted ice cream.