Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Everybody wanted a next time.
Including me.
“Daddy’s willing to hear Santa out,” Luke responded smoothly.
I tightened my grip on Macklin’s hair, nowhere near ready to get off or even think about finishing. I slowed him down and heard Santa say something about a kiss. Whatever the exact words had been, it resulted in Luke dipping down to kiss Santa. A slow, sweet kiss that soon morphed into a sexy prelude for what we’d been discussing for “later.”
Nothing was set in stone, but Luke and I had had a good talk with Greer before the party.
I exhaled as Mack swirled his warm, wet tongue around my cock, and I couldn’t help but press him down on me a bit more, effectively sliding my cock deeper down his throat. Meanwhile, Santa had broken the kiss with Luke in order to kiss Kit’s jaw.
“Will you lose your pajama bottoms for Santa, boy? I want to see that other hole your Daddies love so much.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” Kit stammered.
“I’ll help you, little one,” Luke offered. “Do you remember your safewords?”
Kit nodded quickly and slid off Greer’s lap to shed his bottoms. Behind them, Archie gave Greer a wet towel and a bottle of oil, and then he kneeled by his Owner’s side.
“Such a sweet little ass you got there, boy.” Santa wiped his hands on the towel before coating a few fingers in oil. “Step closer to Santa and bend over a bit.”
I cursed and sucked in a breath as Macklin became hell-bent on making me lose my shit too soon. He deep-throated me like the good cock-sucking slut he was, definitely up there in Luke’s league, and I couldn’t fucking stop him. His mouth felt too good. Too warm and wet, perfect suction.
“More, Daddy…”
“Please, Master.”
Heat rose within me—or maybe it was the air in the living room. Shay bent over Reese’s lap to suck him off too, while River got up behind Shay to fuck him. Corey was riding his Daddy’s cock and enjoying the show. Franklin looked fucking ravenous as Kingsley forced Tate’s head down on Jack’s cock, and Noa flew at Cam, straddling him, kissing him wildly while their Owners watched.
“Lick it, whore.”
“Hurt for Daddy.”
I swallowed dryly and scrubbed a hand over my face. Moans and heavy breathing mingled in the air, with Kit’s sharp gasp rising above the other sounds. And I caught the moment he backed into Santa’s slicked-up fingers.
“That’s it—fuck yourself on Santa’s fingers,” Greer murmured huskily.
I met Luke’s lust-filled gaze right before he got down on his knees before Kit and sucked his cock into his mouth.
Fucking hell, my mind was swimming in sex and unbidden images of what might happen in the future. Corey riding Sloan’s cock was hot as fuck, even more so when I locked eyes with Sloan and let myself wonder if there’d be a day I could have both him and Luke writhing under me. Sloan was goddamn gorgeous, and I bet he loved to take Greer’s cock as much as Luke loved to take mine.
Kit whimpering stole my focus, because I knew that sound so well. He was close. He was being such a good boy, fucking himself desperately on Santa’s fingers while Luke swallowed his cock.
Just seeing them pushed me closer to the edge, and it was as if Macklin sensed that. He redoubled his efforts, causing me to tense up. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It messed with my head to see sex everywhere; it threatened my composure and lured out the animal in me. The same animal who loved to hunt down my boy in the woods and rapefuck him till he screamed and came all over himself.
When I felt Reese’s hand on my thigh, I acted on instinct. He looked about as caged as I felt. We met somewhere in the middle and kissed hungrily, as if one more sexual act would set us free. Just one more, just one more. His warm, demanding tongue against my own, our heavy breaths filling the nonexistent space between us, our frustrations rolling off our shoulders.
I groaned as Macklin rolled my balls in his hand, squeezing them just right to set me off.
“Keep goin’, pet,” I growled. “Swallow every drop.”
Reese cursed and planted his forehead on my shoulder. “Now, Shay. Swallow Daddy.”
I was already gone. The euphoria exploded around me and pulled me under, and I fucked Macklin’s throat, pushing deeper with each release of come that burst from my cock.
Christ almighty, I’d need some R&R after this.
6
“Oh, Colt.” Luke gave me the look I’d been expecting as I came down the stairs tightening the drawstrings of my sweats. “We’re in the middle of a party, for goodness’ sake.”
“I lasted till nearly ten. You should be proud.” I smacked his cheek and gave him a quick kiss on my way to the kitchen.
Fucking excuse me, but I had limits. After Macklin had sucked the energy out of me and the whole living room was smelling of sex, the party went in a new direction for me. One, I was done playing dress-up. Two, I was switching alcohol for coffee and soda. Three, I was equal parts full and starving.