Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m not doing a sexual questions check-in with his mother.” Okay, that might’ve come out rude. “But I will thank her for worrying about us and wanting to make sure we don’t have questions. I don’t have questions. I just didn’t want to rush you.”
I was starting to think that’d been a bad idea, though, because somehow, it’d led us to anal sex conversations with his mother.
Yep, I was moving to Team Fuck Joel and I wasn’t going to worry about anything else.
Chapter 8
Tate
Was it possible to die from not being able to laugh?
Dean looked like he was going to have a heart attack and Joel was doing his best to orgasm, and they were just the funniest people I’d ever seen.
Poor Joel had no idea he was killing his Daddy and I wasn’t sure what to say. Joel seemed to think it was perfectly reasonable for us to talk to his mom about sex and to ask her questions about fucking her son.
What the hell had they been looking up online for them to think any of this was reasonable?
“It seems like I don’t need to worry about rushing you, though, so we can have sex this afternoon. How does that sound?” Dean seemed to have sailed right past reasonable too but for completely different reasons.
“That’s a great plan.” Joel’s lips said good plan but his hips said he was still doing his best to orgasm at light speed. “I can…I can go twice, so don’t worry about that either.”
Dean rolled his eyes, getting some of his spark back. “Alright, that’s fine.”
Some of his spark had returned…the fact that he didn’t have stronger opinions on the orgasming twice part said he would’ve done anything to not have to talk about her son’s ass with Joel’s mother.
Living with them was so weird sometimes.
“We aren’t rushing this.” We clearly weren’t going to drag our feet anymore, though. “Stop that.”
I gave Joel’s ass a firmer smack and he sucked in a breath before a shiver raced through his body. “Master…I…I might have trouble learning my lesson.”
He was an adorable little slut.
But he’d scrambled Dean’s brains because Daddy Dean spanked his boy’s bottom too. “Absolutely not. If you can’t behave, you’ll write lines and have corner time. Spankings are only for sweet little sluts who can behave themselves.”
Oh wow.
Our afternoon had taken a turn for the curious and naughty.
Joel whimpered but went still and his voice lost some of his lazy sleepiness. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be a good slut.”
Not a panic in sight from the Daddy…yep, things were getting interesting.
It seemed he’d finally realized there were more stressful things that could happen than having to call his boy a dirty slut.
“Good sluts do not take orgasms without asking permission first. I didn’t hear any sweet request for tingles.” It seemed like Dean simply needed a bit of fear thrown at him to get over some of his worries. “And not even a single please for a spanking. You’ve just been waving your bottom around like you’re getting ready to pitch a fit.”
He was getting good…and making Joel even hornier because he was grinding his dick into his Daddy’s lap, slightly more subtly than he’d been before. “I’ll be good. Please spank me, Daddy? I really, really need tingles. I was good today and wasn’t mean to anyone.”
Well, that was debatable based on his description of the events, but his Daddy wasn’t searching for fine print at the moment. He just went back to rubbing his hand over Joel’s ass and let out a long Daddy sigh. “Are you sure you’ve learned your lesson? You were just going to hump us without asking permission at all.”
And clearly that was erotic but not permitted.
I approved.
“I’m not sure he asked nicely enough.” Squeezing one of the sexy cheeks that were clenching temptingly, I sighed. “He’s a greedy boy and not a good slut.”
Joel whimpered sweetly and did his best to be shy and cute. “I’m sorry, Master. You just…I just think naughty thoughts when I cuddle with you. I’m not a Dom who has so much self-control. I’m just your slut.”
Oh, that was good.
Very good.
Even Dean’s eyes flashed hot and I could almost see his desire jumping up a notch. “That’s why we have your cage.”
That was an amazing idea.
Joel shivered again but he was smart enough to see the ways his orgasm could be significantly delayed. “After…after I get my tingles, Daddy? Will you put my cutie in my cage after?”
The brat actually crossed his fingers, forgetting that just because he was hiding his face didn’t mean we couldn’t see him.
Dean couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or orgasm, and I was glad he was finally feeling my pain. “Are you going to be a good slut if we give you tingles before we wrap up your cutie?”