Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Lucian moaned. He fell forward and began fucking Cam into the mattress. “My exquisite slave doll, you’re going to take everything I give you. Every drop of your Owner’s come and piss.”
I shuddered and released Noa’s leg. I needed to feel more of him. I buried my face against his neck and let my free hand roam. His heart hammered, such a contrast to the lifelessness of his form. Gaze blank, saliva trickling out, no movement. But inside, threatening to implode… I rubbed my way down his chest. I traced the tension in his abs with my fingertips. I dropped lower, into his diaper, and found his cock wet with pre-come.
“My filthy little fuck-baby,” I whispered breathlessly against his neck. “You live for Daddy’s obsession, don’t you? You just can’t help yourself.”
He couldn’t help but tense up when I stroked him, fast and firmly, and I took that as a sign. He wouldn’t be long—but then, neither would I.
The pressure built up on top of the dull ache in my lower abdomen, and the thought of not having to hold anything back almost made me come right then and there.
A familiar current surged through me, stripped me of my humanity, and I became the animal my boy loved. I pounded into him, my fingers dug into his flesh, and I only saw what I could claim and what pleasures I could grant myself.
“Almost there.” I let out a harsh breath and grazed my teeth along the shell of his ear. He couldn’t suppress his shivers, and it turned me on to break his exterior. His breathing came out faster. His cock was so hard.
Within seconds, I felt him—and I heard Lucian. Lucian was coming, and so was Noa. The faintest whimper fell from my boy’s lips as he coated my hand and his diaper with his come.
I let go.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder, fucked him as hard as I could, and felt the pleasure unfurling within me. The pressure on my bladder dulled the intensity of my orgasm but managed to drag it out instead somehow. I came deep inside him as my lungs burned for air.
Goddamn.
A groan burst out of me before I had to suck in a breath to fill my lungs, and I ground my cock deeper as the last drops coated him from the inside.
The ache on my bladder persisted, but not for long. I smeared Noa’s come over his stomach, up his chest, and sucked on his neck. Soon, he’d get all of Daddy.
We had a few more moments for me to cherish. Before Noa would be his chatty self and crack jokes, before Cam got smirky and wry and mumbled about doing laundry the night before vacation. Before we showered together and… Hm. If Lucian could get inspired by me and put Cam on doll mode, perhaps I would do the same and put Noa on speech restrictions in the shower.
As my cock softened, the last pressure evaporated when I let go one more time.
Noa gasped softly when he felt me, and I slipped my hand up to grab him in a featherlight choke hold.
“It’s okay,” I said quietly. “Daddy’s just filling your diaper. You’ve been such a good boy.”
He whimpered and squirmed, and he pushed back against me.
Fuck, it felt so good.
Cam started moving too. Soft moans and pleas let me know he hadn’t come yet, but I was sure Lucian had plans for him.
“Let it run out, slave,” Lucian murmured. “It’s okay to move. Roll around in the mess.”
A strange blanket of filthy peace landed over us, and it got me hooked in a second. The boys didn’t get loud or anything; they just squirmed and tried to shift closer to us. Noa reached around me to grab a handful of my hair, and we met over his shoulder in a slow, wet kiss.
“Now you’re my little piss baby too,” I whispered.
He giggled under his breath and twisted his fingers in my hair. “I’ll be whatever you want, Daddy.”
I had no fucking words.
EPILOGUE
The cruise
Day one
Lucian Leroux
The moment that irritating, mandatory safety drill was over, we lost sight of all the subs who wanted to check out the different pool areas in order to pick a favorite. Let them run wild, I thought. They had everything they needed, and drinks and food were included.
The Florida heat was making me drowsy—in a good way. It felt nice to be on an official vacation where one was supposed to relax. A mental switch had been flipped, and I didn’t have to worry about restlessness.
On our way back to our stateroom, a few of us decided to take it easy for a couple hours, so we stopped at a fast-food joint and ordered burgers, fries, and shakes.
One gentle but pointed look from KC reminded me not to make the unhealthiest choice, so I ordered a fried chicken sandwich instead. Hey, it wasn’t red meat. That counted for something.