Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I loved the rasp of his scruff against my skin. And his openmouthed kisses. I tilted my head to give him more access, and it was through hooded eyes I spotted Camden in the middle of our bed. Fuck—August’s bed. But right now, it was fucking ours, and our boy was in it.
“Ciccio,” I murmured hoarsely.
August hummed and followed my gaze.
It changed our plans automatically, and we zeroed in on Camden instead and got rid of our clothes before we climbed into bed.
Rolling him onto his back was like moving a listless doll. And it turned me on beyond belief. So defenseless, small, and soft. I carefully pulled down his pajama pants and tossed them, then got comfortable next to him, with my head mere inches from his cock.
“Lie on your side,” August said quietly.
I shifted onto my side and pulled up my leg so he could do whatever he wanted with me. I focused on Camden and angled him closer to me until I could suck him into my mouth. He squirmed and made a sleepy sound.
At the sound of August lubing up his cock, my own thickened and grew harder.
A tremor ran through Camden’s body, and when his breathing changed, I figured he was waking up. But he didn’t say anything or move away. I glanced up at him, just as August’s chest pressed against my back, and saw the boy sucking on his thumb. While I sucked on his cock.
I had to swallow a moan as August drove his thick cock inside me, and whatever that did to Camden made him quiver and push into my mouth. The boy pretended well, I had to give him that. Other than his cock being rock hard, there wasn’t a sign of him actually being awake. For all I knew, he could be getting a blow job in his dreams, and it fueled my fantasy.
I had to fuck him soon.
August was in no rush. He stayed inside me and focused on driving me fucking crazy with his sensual touches and kisses. His lips against my neck, his hand roaming my chest and down to my cock. Deep, unhurried thrusts.
He lubed me up too.
“I love watchin’ you two together.” August’s whisper sent a shiver through me. “I love how you take him.”
I redoubled my efforts and swirled my tongue around Camden’s cock, and he began letting out the sweetest little whimpers. His body tensed up too, and I could sense he was close. I could taste it too. Small spurts of pre-come coated the roof of my mouth, and I swallowed repeatedly and sucked him harder.
It didn’t take long before he was shaking and coming down my throat.
August pulled out, a silent go-ahead for me, and I didn’t waste a second. As soon as Camden came down from his orgasm, I got on all fours and rolled him over. Fuck, that sweet little ass of his. Two soft handfuls. I stroked my cock and pressed against him, wanting him completely trapped between the mattress and me, and then I entered him slowly.
The pleasure rolled over me in hot waves, only intensified by Camden tensing up and letting out a soft whine around his thumb.
“Shh, beautiful boy.” I kissed his neck and gripped his hip. “You go back to sleep and let Daddy and me play with you a little.”
August cursed under his breath and moved closer behind me.
I nipped at Camden’s jaw. His soft noises faded, and he clenched around me.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
The only thing missing now was August’s big cock fucking me raw, and thankfully, he didn’t make me wait long. With a firm grasp on my hips, he pulled me back onto his cock and rammed in forcefully, and I groaned a little too loudly.
It was sensory overload. Whenever I pushed forward, I sank into Camden’s tight ass, and whenever I pulled back, I fucked myself on August’s cock.
They were gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.
I threw myself into the sensations and chased every peak I could get to, fucking Camden into the mattress, being used by August, the burning sting mingling with the overwhelming euphoria.
It made me greedier. I couldn’t get enough of them.
“Fuck me hard when I come,” I groaned.
“I will, baby. I promise.” August slid a hand up my spine, pressing me down. Only the support of my elbow kept me from collapsing on top of Camden. “You’ll get all of me soon.”
Goose bumps rose along my shoulders and arms, and I took even more. I dug a hand underneath Camden and found him hard again, and thank fuck. I wanted to make him come again. I wanted us to reek of sex.
In the final moments, there was no act. Camden replaced his thumb with two of my fingers, and then he was fucking my other hand as quickly as he could, sending vibrations up my cock. I panted against his neck, my body protested, begging to let go and fall on top of him, and we were just a pile of flesh and desire.