Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Clover bit his lip and smiled, stretching out like a happy cat, even though his cock was so hard it might burst any second. .
Pyro joined in, no more condom, jerking off even before he grabbed a fistful of Clover’s hair. “How much do you want it, Clo? You want it on your face or in your mouth?” he asked, furiously working his dick and stepping even closer, so that the tip was almost reachable for Clover’s tongue. The way Clover rolled it out in invitation had Tank hazy with lust.
“Whatever Daddy says.” Clover gave Tank a half-lidded gaze that tightened Tank’s balls and almost made him come on the spot.
“Daddy says keep your mouth open,” he rasped, and stepped up, stroking his cock over the open lips and red tongue. He rarely lost it in sex, but Clover was driving him wild in a whole new way. All of a sudden, he wasn’t that shocked about someone wanting to snatch this precious gem for themselves, because Tank would be happy to keep him and never let go.
The pressure that had built up in his balls released, and jets of cum splashed Clover’s tongue and chin. The pretty thing moaned, rocking his hips in the air, as if the service he’d just given Tank was enough to bring him closer to the edge.
Pyro pushed Tank away with his shoulder, grabbed Clover’s head and shoved his dick almost all the way in. He only stopped when Clover choked and pushed at his hip, but once the maximum depth for penetration was established, Pyro sawed at Clover’s face so fast his sac kept slapping the angular chin.
“That’s it, drink it all,” he muttered, right before he came.
His dick was still drizzling cum when he pulled out and rubbed the tip over Clover’s lips, all spent and huffing.
Spunk dripped down Clover’s chin as he looked between them, and Tank just about burst all over again when he saw the boy reach back to his own ass and hold the bruised buttocks open.
“Boar? You wanna have a go?” Pyro asked, glancing over his shoulder, but Tank was unable to stop staring at Clover, and when their eyes met, the haziness was gone from the pale gaze. The boy didn’t even blink.
They shared a slow kiss that allowed Tank to explore the sweet-and-salty flavor of a mouth that had just drank two loads of spunk, but Clover was gone when Boar kneeled on the sofa, leaning over Clover with a condom already covering his cock.
“Be a good boy,” Tank said before zipping up his pants. The pretty thing had sucked all the energy out of him, so he rested in the armchair, watching Clover’s hair cascade over the edge of the seat as Boar turned him to his back, already spreading the lean, almost hairless legs.
“Yes, Daddy,” Clover said before his words turned into a moan the moment Boar pulled his teeth over a perky nipple. They were opposites in terms of appearance--Clover lean and with a boyish face, and Boar--hairy, with a bit of padding over strong muscle, and the sight of their bodies rolling together was too engaging to look away, even though Tank’s balls were empty.
He pulled the armchair closer to watch.
Boar grabbed Clover’s legs and put them on his shoulders, but despite the big sap loving to look at his partner’s face, he didn’t wait even a second and shoved his cock halfway in with his first thrust.
Tank swallowed at the moan that came from Clover’s well-fucked lips. He would have taken a photo if he wasn’t too lazy to reach for his phone, because the sight before him was stunning. The pert, reddened ass took Boar’s cock with no issue, and Clover ran his slender white fingers up and down Boar’s thick, freckled arms.
Pyro accepted a cigarette from Drake and lit it with his pants still down. It was impossible to stop watching Boar and Clover, though they seemed to be in their own world, gazes intense, their breathing picking up at the same pace as Boar’s thrusts. He wasn’t a harsh, mean fucker like Pyro, but he knew what he wanted, and once Clover’s ass relaxed around him, adjusted to the new dick inside him, Boar fucked him hard and fast, breaking kisses to leave space for breathing and those impossibly hot stares.
Soon enough, his movements became more erratic, working above Clover’s flushed form, which looked like delicate porcelain and should break from the force applied. But no, Clover could take it. He could take them all.
Boar have a sharp grunt, the dimples in his buttocks deepening as he pressed his groin to Clover’s ass and made frantic rolling motion with his hips before slumping on top.
But he was no selfish lover, and despite still gasping for breath, he buried Clover’s face in his beard as he reached between their bodies to jerk him off. The boy moaned, his legs tensing on Boar’s shoulders, but it was over within seconds. Tank could just imagine Clover’s tight ass clenching over Boar’s cock and smiled, accepting a beer when Pyro dragged a portable cooler closer.