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)
His gaze lingered on Mack’s thick cock before making himself focus and dragging the material down to his ankles. Mack automatically braced himself on Grey’s shoulders as he lifted each foot. Grey gathered everything in one arm and stood.
“Can I help you?” Mack asked, reaching out for Grey’s T-shirt.
“I would love that, Mackie. Let me drop this in the laundry basket.”
Mack trailed him to the walk-in closet. Grey stepped out of his sneakers and set the other man’s shoes next to his. He turned to toss the clothes into the open hamper.
Immediately, Mack was there. Allowing his fingers to stroke over Grey’s skin, he lifted Grey’s shirt over his head and threw it without looking. It landed slightly short of the basket. When Mack reached for the drawstring at the waistband of his shorts, Grey clenched his teeth as the young man’s fingers brushed across Grey’s already alert shaft.
A deliberate stroke of Mack’s fingertips followed that first seemingly accidental touch. “Little boy,” Grey warned.
“You’re so hard. I think you like me,” Mack said, peeking up at Grey before focusing once again.
“I know I like you, Mackie. Do you have permission to play with Daddy’s cock?”
“No…” His voice trailed away. His fingers did not.
“Mackie,” Grey warned again.
“Totally worth a spanking,” Mack answered, lifting his gaze to meet Grey’s fully.
Grey just shook his head, trying to keep his expression stern. How could he reply to that?
Mack’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Grey’s shorts and briefs. Slowly, he tugged them over the bulge. Lowering himself as he pushed the material down Grey’s thighs, Mack flicked his tongue over the tip of Grey’s cock as he dropped to his knees.
Grey threaded his fingers through Mack’s messy bun and tugged his head back. “Ask for permission.”
“Daddy? Can I suck your cock?”
His shaft jerked in response, giving its own permission. Grey growled, “Yes.” The deep need in his voice struck him. No one had ever turned him on so much.
Grey forced his fingers to release Mack’s silken hair, pulling the tie away. Mack’s hair cascaded downward, tumbling over Grey’s sensitive erection. The feel branded itself on Grey’s brain.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Mack said politely as he shrugged his hair away from his face and reached up to wrap his fingers around Grey’s shaft.
A groan rumbled from low within his chest as Mack’s mouth engulfed the head. There was no slow buildup—only eager delight. The hand around him squeezed as Mack drew him deep into his mouth. The wet heat felt like heaven.
“Damn, Little boy.”
Mack pulled back, releasing him with an audible pop. “Let me know, Daddy, what you like.”
“Play, Mackie. I’ll guide you,” Grey promised, knowing Mack truly wanted to please him.
Cupping the back of Mack’s head, he fed his cock into the welcoming heat of the young man’s mouth. Grey carefully avoided going too deep—withdrawing and pushing forward slowly. He savored every second. Nothing had ever felt this good.
“Hmmm.”
The vibration of Mack’s hum rumbled around his shaft, making it jerk in response. Grey struggled for control, as if he were completely inexperienced. Gritting his teeth, he held Mack’s head in place until he felt like he wouldn’t empty himself so quickly.
“You are a menace, Mackie.”
A swirl of tongue across the back of his cock made Grey push deeper. He felt resistance and saw Mack’s eyes widen. Immediately, he glided backward.
“You okay, Mackie?”
The young man nodded and lifted his head. “Deeper, Daddy. I want to take all of you.”
“That’s not necessary,” Grey assured him. The combination of Grey’s girth and length had made that impossible for his past lovers. “Just grip the base of my cock. Squeeze hard.”
Mackie followed part of his instructions. The constriction almost made his eyes roll back in his head. Grey loved the feel of firm lips rubbing against him as Mack shook his head, making him focus on the view in front of him. The tangle of hair blocked his view. Grey glanced over to see the mirror over the dresser reflected everything perfectly.
He brushed the long locks away from Mack’s face, holding them in a bunch behind the younger man’s head as wet warmth surrounded his cock. Now he could see clearly. Riveted by the display, Grey watched Mack widen his jaw to take more of the thick shaft. Mack’s left hand held him steady as he slowly took more inside.
Grey battled to keep his eyelids from closing as he savored the sensations. When Mack’s forward progress halted and became small jerks, Grey knew he’d taken all he could. He tightened his hand in Mack’s hair and pulled his head away.
“That’s deep enough, Mackie.”
The grumble around his erection almost made him laugh while it tantalized his sensitive flesh. His Little boy had serious difficulty with knowing his limits. Grey knew how to distract him.
He took control. Holding Mack in place, he thrust into the younger man’s mouth. Grey paused for a moment to let him recognize who now dictated the interaction. Pulling back almost to his lips, Grey plunged back inside. He watched Mack’s expression soften as he relinquished dominance.