Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Leaning back slightly, he drew a fingertip down the center of Mack’s chest. His Little leaned back to watch as Grey got closer to his burgeoning cock. “Breathe, Mackie,” Grey reminded him.
“Touch me, please.”
“Oh, I plan to touch all of you.”
Grey wrapped his fingers around the base of Mack’s thick cock and squeezed. “All of you.”
The younger man’s groan made Grey’s erection twitch in response. Grey took his time, pulling on his experience with what Mack enjoyed and craved. He leaned forward to wrap his lips around the soft head and lick the tip, enjoying the flavor of Mack’s essence as it welled from him. Humming his approval, he felt the younger man’s hands wrap around his shoulders for stability and tighten.
“You’re going to kill me,” Mack moaned.
“But you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.”
Changing tactics, Grey stood abruptly with his hands wrapped around the back of Mack’s thighs to flip him onto his back. He moved Mack further onto the bed, away from the edge, and climbed onto the mattress to loom over him. Grey slid his hard cock against Mack’s erection.
“I am going to fill you so full, Mackie. Can you take all of me?”
Mack nodded frantically as his hands swept over Grey’s body. He leaned forward to press kisses to his torso as he caressed and tasted him. There was no mistaking how much Mack wanted him.
Grey delayed for a few minutes, building the heat between them. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he rose to his knees to reach for the lubricant in the bedside table. Mack’s gaze devoured him as he coated himself in the slippery mixture. Mack reached up to help him and stopped when Grey shook his head.
“No touching Daddy without permission, Mackie.”
“But…”
“No buts. Well, except for this one,” Grey teased, cupping Mack’s tight ass.
“Help Daddy, Mackie. Put your legs up on my shoulders,” he instructed, knowing that his Little wanted to contribute. Grey helped him move into position.
“Oh!” Mack moaned as Grey applied lubricant to Mack’s tight opening. “Please, Daddy. Now.”
Grey pressed his cock against that ring of muscle and pushed as Mack lifted himself to assist the process. Warmth enclosed him as he glided inside, testing his control. Mack always felt so incredible around him. Now knowing that his Little loved him added something more.
Trying to move slowly to make this last, Grey soon abandoned that idea. Neither of them could endure that type of torture. He plunged into Mack’s heat, feeling the other man’s stiff cock pressed urgently against his stomach. Grey poured more lubricant into his palm and wrapped his fingers around Mack’s erection.
Their movements were fast and frantic as their bodies crashed into each other. Grey loved seeing Mack’s expressive face, displaying his arousal and need as the room heated. The sheen of sweat on his body invited tastes and nibbles.
Hot fluid coated his fingers as Mack came with a shout. Grey continued to caress him as he sped up his thrusts. A short time later, he bellowed his pleasure into the room and collapsed to the bed, drawing Mack with him to the side to avoid crushing him. He loved the sound of their harsh breath easing as their bodies cooled down.
“I love you, Mackie.”
“I love you, Daddy,” Mack said and yawned widely. His exhaustion was undeniable now after that burst of exertion.
“Come here. Scooch up to the pillows.” Grey went to the bathroom to wash his hands and brought back a damp washcloth to wipe away all the lubricant from Mack’s body. After tossing the cloth into the laundry bin, Grey rejoined his Little and pulled him into his arms, tucking the covers around them both. He pressed a kiss to Mack’s temple and closed his eyes, knowing he’d have all the tomorrows to enjoy his Little’s company.
EPILOGUE
“Ithink you should contact John,” Grey said, lifting a bite of mashed potatoes to Mack’s mouth. He loved taking care of his Little boy.
“Really? I thought you felt it was better to leave him alone,” Mack answered before opening his mouth to accept the bite. “Mmm! I love Onelia’s potatoes.”
“I promised you Onelia would cook your favorite meal if you finished all your chores for the week.”
“All my chores. You don’t let me do that many. It’s pretty easy to make the bed in the morning when I wake up and text you when I get to work,” Mack pointed out.
“A Little boy needs some responsibility but not an avalanche of jobs to do,” Grey answered easily as he dipped the baby carrot into ranch dressing and held it to Mack’s mouth.
Grey watched Mack’s face as he crunched. He could almost hear the wheels turning in his Little’s mind.
“Do you really think I should answer his messages? I stopped looking at them. It still hurts that he believed such crappy things about me.”