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)
Had he been frustrated that I wasn’t making it more obvious when I wanted an orgasm?
The questions were backing up in my head, but I focused on the most important part as I thrust upward to nail his prostate again. When it had him crying out and his body clenching around me, I knew he wouldn’t last. He’d been enjoying being stretched too much for that.
“I’m. Your. Dom.” Punctuating each word by nailing his prostate as hard as I could, I had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “I’ll tell you when I want an orgasm. You don’t have to guess.”
We were both on the countdown, and even when Joel made eye contact, I knew his brain wasn’t all with me. Clearing up the rule was the only thing I was focusing on as he slammed up and down on my dick. “You tell me what you want and I’ll decide how to give it to you. If I want an orgasm, I’ll make sure you know that.”
His parents had the weirdest relationship.
Joel nodded his head and tried to say something but I’d decided our conversation was over.
“Right now. All. I. Want. Is for you to come.” Timing it perfectly, I nailed his prostate again and gave his dick a rough tug as I repeated the order. “Come.”
Joel was delighted to obey.
He cried out as the rush fired through him and cum flooded my hand as I followed him over the edge, filling his ass as he shook for me and clenched around me as the waves of pleasure hit him. “I…Master…”
Before his orgasm could begin to fade, his Daddy had him wrapped in his arms, keeping him steady and giving me a sexy, slightly bashful smile. Knowing Dean was right there for him and that they were both together with me made it even more perfect.
When it all started to fade and Joel leaned over to curl into Dean, I couldn’t help smiling at them. “Best way to start the day even if we’re going to have a discussion on how much sleep Joel is getting.”
Dean’s firm nod said Joel had gotten him up entirely too early, but he was a sucker for a sweet smile, so I knew he didn’t regret it too much. “I think that’s a good idea.”
Sighing, Joel closed his eyes. “Daddies just have to find something to worry about.”
Yep…and he kept giving his Daddy a lot of ammunition to use.
Chapter 24
Joel
“A date. Really?” We were supposed to go on two-person dates but we hadn’t been following that rule to the letter. “Are you sure?”
Me and Daddy usually had little time together not big date time.
Hmm.
Had he thought me getting all clean meant he had to take me out to eat?
“Like going to McDonald’s? When I was little…younger little, not me little…they had Playplaces in them and I got to climb. No one climbs anymore.” That was sad.
Daddy blinked. “I think they got rid of those because they were dirty. Like filled with the plague dirty.”
So?
“A little plague never killed anyone. We need healthy immune systems, so they have to be tested.” It’d be fine.
I just wanted Playplaces again.
“No.” Daddy shook his head being stubborn. “But how about if I find us a good place to climb or play? There has to be somewhere.”
“Yes, please. Then we can have a date there too.” Oh yeah. “You want a grown-up date?”
Tate was over on the couch not being very Master but he was having fun and giggling. “This is even better than I pictured.”
He was kind of weird when he was happy.
“Have you been drinking?” We hadn’t done that enough lately. “I want one too.”
Oops.
Daddy sighed.
“I didn’t do it.” Whatever it was. “Tate did it.”
He was also nearly falling off the couch, so he probably had done it.
“No. He’s ridiculous but sober.” Daddy glared at Tate like he’d been naughty. Maybe Tate had done something and I just hadn’t realized it?
I was such a good guesser.
Oh, maybe Daddy was just realizing that Tate wasn’t as sober as he thought?
“We’re not going to let him distract us, though.” Daddy seemed to be talking to me but he was still frowning at Tate. “He’s just in a good mood.”
If that was what Daddy wanted to call it then I wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Yes, Daddy.” It didn’t have to make sense to me for it to be right. “I’ll be not that good, though.”
I had a feeling being in that good of a mood might get me in trouble…and judging by the way Tate was laughing harder, I was right.
“For fuck’s sake.” Standing straighter, Daddy stopped saying naughty words. “Yes, I would like to take my boyfriend…one who is Olive Garden special…out on a date. A big date where we talk about grown-up stuff and hang out as boyfriends.”