Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Is he okay?” Santiago gritted out.
“I’m great, Daddy! I’m right here.” I slipped my hand into Dean’s and patted Santiago on the head.
Which…oops? I might have ruined the mood a bit there. Santiago and Walker laughed, out of breath, but…they recovered quickly. By the time Dean and I landed on the nearest couch, they’d formed a heap on the mattress with Macklin.
I latched on to Dean like a Band-Aid, and I crawled up on his lap, trapping his hard cock close to mine where I wanted it.
“Did something happen, peach?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head and squirmed against him. “I just missed you, Daddy.”
He exhaled and kissed my cheek. “As a matter of fact, I missed you too. I think we’ll stay this close for the rest of the night.”
Best idea ever!
I nodded and started peppering the side of his face with kisses, from his cut jaw and the silver beard and up to the deepening crow’s-feet at his eyes. “Can we do stuff, Daddy? I’m needy-wanty now that I have you here.”
It was his fault. His big, perfect, hard cock was right there.
“We can definitely do stuff,” he murmured huskily. “Maybe it’s best Daddy fills your little bottom.”
Yessss!
“Daddy, I’m close again,” Noa moaned.
Not yet, not yet, not yet. I was fighting my climax for all I was worth.
“Gorgeous little boy.” Santiago kissed me and rubbed my chest, and all I could do was whimper. Dean had nearly folded me in half, and he was fucking me so hard. Up the mattress, into the mattress. Every thrust pushed me an inch higher. And if that continued, I’d knock my head against Macklin’s leg soon. Walker showed no mercy when he pounded into his boy.
Jack had shown mercy, though. Franklin was still not allowed to come, but he’d been okayed to service anyone who wanted to be sucked. Right now, that was Santiago.
I tried to peer down to watch, ’cause it was crazy hot. Franklin was such a cock-whore—like me! Like I could be for my Daddies. But eventually, my attention was stolen again. I went under, my mind swimming, and I couldn’t keep up with everyone changing positions and moving around.
Dean cursed and sped up further, and I sensed he was getting close. I clamped down around him as hard as I could, putting all focus on him.
“Please fill me, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I wanna feel it.”
It was the only thing missing, because I surely felt everything else. Scratches, fingers digging into my flesh, rug burn, only…mattress burn. Beard burn. My butt was so thoroughly spanked that the pain was pulsating through me, as if every budding bruise had its own heartbeat.
Dean cursed and pushed my legs together, my knees almost touching my stomach, and he looked down to watch his cock pump in and out of me.
“Christ, I’ll never get enough of this.” Santiago scooted lower, with Franklin mirroring his moves, and then Daddy’s fingers were brushing over my skin, around the area where Master was taking me. He stroked my buttocks, cupped my balls— “Look at this perfect little sac,” he murmured. “All smooth and full.”
I gasped as Dean hit a deeper angle, and he let out the kind of groan that told me he was so, so close. His hard thrusts combined with Santiago’s featherlight touch over my sensitive skin sent me into a tailspin of madness and conflicting emotions. More, stop, give me everything, I need it now, I can’t handle it. Then Master was coming, each push providing less resistance with his hot come coating me.
I heard a whining, pleading sound before I realized it came from me, but I couldn’t help it. I was so hard, and I’d never needed to come so badly. It’d been too long! They’d edged me all freaking night, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
Tears welled up when Dean pulled out slowly, and I was ready to beg. Nothing could distract me—not even when I suddenly had Noa in my face. He dipped down and kissed me, and I acted on instinct. I kissed him back hungrily, conveying everything I needed to the wrong person. But brats could count on one another.
“He’s super needy, Sirs—aren’t you gonna let him come?” Noa pecked me over and over, until we eased into a deep, tongue-teasing kiss. “Fuck, don’t make me horny again.”
Macklin got lucky. I heard him start moaning out his orgasm a foot or two above my head.
Then at long last, it was my turn. I lost all control of my movements the second Santiago sucked my cock into his mouth. My legs went down with a muted thump against the mattress, my lungs burned, my chest heaved, and I felt so many hands on me that I couldn’t identify. And mouths. Noa left a trail of kisses down my neck, Master kissed his way up my tummy, and someone else kissed and rubbed my thighs.