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)
“Touch yourself, Mackie. Make yourself come.”
That hand wrapped around his shaft tightened as Grey’s words registered on Mack. Grey watched him shift his hand to move on himself. The slow movements gained speed rapidly.
Matching that energy, Grey quickened his pace. The pleasure of filling Mack’s mouth and throat blended with the delectable view Grey enjoyed. He pulled the silken tresses in his hand, watching the slight pain’s effect on Mack’s face. Desire etched into his expression. Plunging into the velvet heat, Grey kept one part of himself focused on his Little boy, despite the pleasure that captivated him.
When he could feel his balls pulling tightly up to his body, Grey ordered, “Come, Little boy.”
Almost immediately, he felt a groan wrap around his cock. The vibration removed the last of his control and he emptied himself into the heat of Mack’s mouth. Animalistic enjoyment filled his mind as Grey watched Mack swallow.
When his mind could function once again, Grey pulled Mack upward, needing to hold him.
“Wait, Daddy. Step,” Mack requested and freed him from the material still wrapped around his ankles. Grey was astonished to realize he’d totally dismissed that from his mind during the exchange.
After a brief delay, he held Mackie close to his racing heart. Grey buried his face in the crook of his shoulder. He inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of his Little. His own natural essence mingled with sweat, heat, arousal, and pleasure. He could savor that until the end of time.
CHAPTER 11
After plucking his earbuds away as he walked onto the front porch, Mack shook his head, spraying water in all directions. Of course, he had to time the furthest spot of his run to coincide with the thunderstorm. At least the lightning had arced far enough away he didn’t worry about getting struck.
“You’re soaked, Mack. You’re going to catch a terrible cold,” Onelia warned as she opened the door for him.
“I’m fine. Ah-choo!” Mack quickly attempted to cover his mouth when he suddenly sneezed. “Sorry, Onelia.”
“Fine, hmm?”
“Really, I never get sick,” Mack assured her. Everyone seemed to be coming down with the sniffles. Almost all his customers at Armando’s yesterday had coughed or blown their noses repeatedly.
“Go get in a hot shower before you get too chilled. I’ll put some chicken soup in your lunch for today,” Onelia told him.
“Thanks, Onelia. I think your soup could battle any germs and win,” he told the efficient housekeeper as she bustled away.
Running his hand over the back of his neck as he walked toward the bedroom, Mack tried to shrug off the weary feeling he’d battled during his run. It had taken all his energy to force himself out the door, and now he felt awful.
This was going to be a long day at work.
He forced himself past the enormous bed he enjoyed sleeping in with his Daddy. Grey let him decide where he wanted to sleep. The novelty of the racecar bed had worn off after a few nights. It was fun, but sprawling over Grey’s amazing mattress was the best. Or even better, sprawling over Grey. Now, he usually chose his racecar for naps and the king-size bed for long sleeps.
Mack smiled to himself as he stripped off his clothing. His Daddy always made sure he went to bed early enough for him to get plenty of snooze time even if play time happened as well. Mack really loved play time.
Once in the shower, he dunked his head under the spray and left it there. The heat made his aching forehead feel better. Only the knowledge that he needed to get dressed for work motivated him to finish showering.
Thank goodness he didn’t have to decide what to wear. Dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, he stepped into his comfortable shoes. They were probably the most expensive clothing item he owned. Well, other than his running shoes. Supportive footwear was a must whether he dashed around the restaurant for a long shift or raced around the neighborhood.
“I feel like crap,” he admitted to the room empty of everyone except his stuffies.
Shaking his head, Mack dragged himself out to tell Onelia he was leaving. Seeing the concern in her expression, he pulled himself straighter as he picked up the lunch she’d made for him. Chicken soup by the weight of it.
“Thank you, Onelia. This is just what I need.”
“I don’t think you should go to work, Mack. You don’t look good,” the housekeeper told him.
“I’ll be fine once I get there. They’ll never be able to find someone to take my shift at this late notice.”
“Mr. Grey isn’t going to be happy with your decision,” Onelia warned.
“I know. Between you and me, he’s a bit of a worrywart.”
Mack turned and started toward the door. His legs felt like weights were attached to them. Distracting himself from his misery as he walked to the bus stop, Mack imagined he was wrapped in Grey’s arms as they watched a movie on the large TV. Thank goodness his regular bus driver noticed him standing there and called the bus route number so he could scramble aboard.