Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“That’s right.” The soft strokes he was making over my head were almost rhythmic and it just seemed to feed the fuzzy brain feeling that was taking the edge off everything real. “You’re so beautiful, cutie. I love feeling you against me, and seeing how completely helpless you are is one of my favorite things ever. You’re such a good boy.”
I’d made Daddy happy.
Something about that thought was floaty and kept it right at the front of my head, making it impossible to think about anything else.
“We’re both going to have a wonderful night. I can’t wait to feel your lips on my chest, and seeing how needy you get when you lick over my muscles is going to make me even harder.” Daddy rocked his hips up, making it impossible to miss his erection. “Can you feel how hard you make me? You’re so sexy, cutie.”
I found myself whimpering and rocking over him, completely helpless as all I could do was shift back and forth rubbing myself against his cock. Daddy’s moan filled me with even more fuzzies and I found myself looking down at his muscles and kissing over his chest.
God, he was so beautiful.
And I was so hard.
Making needy sounds, I kissed over his pecs and licked his nipples, flicking the beautifully thick nubs with my tongue. Daddy’s moan filled me with pleasure and something like pride, pushing me to keep going.
As I nuzzled and worked my way across his chest, he raised one arm over his head as he guided me with the other. “I know what you want, baby. That’s right. You can worship every inch of Daddy.”
There was a quiet voice in the back of my head that said I needed to remember this wonderful feeling when my embarrassment finally found a way back, but I couldn’t see how I would ever forget this moment.
The taste of Daddy…his addictive smell…the way he held me tight and made me feel wonderfully helpless…I’d never forget this.
Licking his smooth arms, kissing the bulging muscles, I rocked myself against him to pleasure every inch of the incredible Dom…my incredible Dom. Every moan he made and every clench of his muscles sent more pleasure through me and my whole world went down to just him.
Daddy.
When I finally made my way back to his nipples, he looped one leg over mine and pushed me harder against his body. The easy way he was able to move me around just made the beautiful trapped feeling send fluttery pleasure beating through me.
It was so good, Daddy’s words came to me through a distracted haze. “That’s right, baby. Rock your cock against mine. I want to feel you come on me. Show me how desperate you are. Those pretty sounds…that’s right.”
Sounds?
It wasn’t until he mentioned them that I noticed the hungry, needy noises I was making as I sucked on his nipples. Low moans and whimpers were escaping as I rocked my hips faster, feeling the pleasure building to a desperate level as the fuzziness cleared just enough to understand what I wanted.
“Give Daddy your cum.”
That.
My orgasm burst through me as he roughly gripped my ass and shoved me into his cock. I could hear myself cry out as I drenched his cock with my cum. The erotic, dirty wonderfulness of it all had the pleasure feeling completely out of control and all I could do was trust Daddy to hold me and come with me for the ride.
His arms tightened around me and as his cum finally drenched my cock, he pressed his face into my neck. “That’s…yes…good boy…”
When we were both finally boneless and orgasmed out, I lifted my head enough to turn it so I could press another kiss against his chest. “You and Uncle Cohen have the best ideas, Daddy.”
He let out a rough chuckle and petted my head, making me realize how sweaty I was and how every muscle seemed to ache. “I’m glad you liked your surprise.”
Oh yeah.
And I was going to just let the fuzzy pleasure stay wrapped around me for as long as I could.
Chapter 22
Cohen
“He loved it.” Bishop rushed through the door, tossing his bag down and going a thousand miles an hour like I’d come to expect from my exuberant pup.
“I know.” Managing not to laugh, I smirked as he huffed. “You both texted me last night and Ian has already left me a very giggly voice mail thanking me for my special surprise.”
They’d been up late and had woken early.
I hadn’t been able to decide if our cutie was drunk at nine in the morning or sliding toward being little. I gave my grinning pup a questioning look, but he just did a terrible job at pretending to be innocent and confused. “He was probably just happy?”
Of course.
That would’ve been more believable if it hadn’t come out as a question, though.