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)
They forced Santiago down on his knees close to where Kingsley and I were, and we took our cue. We crawled over to him and started removing his clothes, piece by piece. I took off his belt and handed it to Greer, who folded it and wrapped it around his fist.
“You better not treat me like a sub,” Santiago growled.
I grabbed his jaw in a tight grip and leaned in slowly. “You wanted to get fucked? You get fucked on our terms.” I kissed him softly.
This was the man Noa had called Daddy before I’d finally gotten my head out of my ass. Before Noa had knocked sense into me—repeatedly.
I didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy—instead, the opposite. My boy had had a good play partner. As had Cam. They’d had Santiago and Sloan. They’d comforted our boys, they’d offered to reach out to Lucian and me, and they’d eased Cam’s and Noa’s misery. How could I be anything but grateful?
Colt fisted Santiago’s hair and held him in place, and I coaxed his tongue out with my own. Santiago shuddered and stopped being so tense. I closed my eyes for maybe a second—or three or four, whatever—and that was enough for the scene to have changed when I opened them again.
Colt and Greer were making out, Dean and Walker had joined us, and Lucas and Sloan were filming.
“Please, S-Sir,” Noa sobbed. “Owww!”
I drew a deep breath and sat back on my heels, my chest expanding with carnal desire and the air thick with sex and moans. Shay’s choked cries and Noa’s breathless screams made me rock hard, and it was as if Kingsley sensed it. He positioned himself behind me, kissed my neck, and pulled out my cock.
I knew he wasn’t going to engage with anybody else, but we had enough material to push Tate outside his comfort zone.
“Take my brother’s cock, love,” Dean murmured to Santiago.
Walker stepped forward, cock in hand, and Santiago didn’t hesitate. He sucked Walker in, and Colt kept his hand in Santiago’s hair. White knuckles, tight grip, the way it was supposed to be.
Everyone around us watching was losing their clothes. So were we. Boxer briefs were tossed aside.
Cam cried out his orgasm.
I sucked in a breath and peered down at Kingsley’s hand working my cock.
“Tate,” Greer said huskily. “Aren’t you happy your Master’s finally getting some satisfaction?” With that said, Greer leaned down and kissed me hungrily, and we made it look like Kingsley was right there with us.
“Yes, sure,” Tate gritted out.
I reached behind me and squeezed Kingsley’s ass, digging my fingertips into his flesh. His cock dug against my ass, and he pushed forward.
“More, Daddy,” Kit pleaded.
Maybe Lucas wasn’t filming anymore. I didn’t fucking know. I was busy. Greer and I deepened our kiss, and I felt hands roaming up my sides. Then another mouth was on my neck—Dean. It was Dean. I broke away and sucked in a breath, and I nodded. He helped me up to a stand, and I had to lean on him.
Santiago choked as Walker pushed his cock down Santiago’s throat.
Dean’s hooded gaze met mine, and there was no question about anything. We threw ourselves into a hard, wet kiss, and we were next. Santiago was gonna take us both at the same time.
“Enough, little brother,” Dean murmured.
Walker exhaled a curse and withdrew his big cock, still connected to Santiago’s lips by a string of saliva.
Colt and Greer knew what to do. They dragged Santiago over to an empty couch, and Dean assisted me over there too.
“Blindfold him,” I said.
Santiago drew a ragged breath and wiped his mouth. “I wanna see, dammit.”
“Maybe another time.” I smacked his cheek. “This time, you’re just gonna feel. And you’re gonna take all of us.”
He coughed. “Define all.”
“However many you can,” Dean filled in smoothly.
I got seated at the center of the couch and could finally relax. I blew out a breath and scrubbed a hand over my face, and then I spared a quick glance to my right. Macklin was about to bend Gael over the couch, Lane was sucking off Ty, and Lucian was making our little boy bleed. Tiny little punctures decorated Noa’s bottom, and I couldn’t fucking wait to see how it bruised later.
I knew exactly how those red dots were going to feel underneath my fingers tomorrow. Like the tiniest, softest bumps that made him whimper and squirm.
Kingsley kneeled on the couch next to me, and I wasted no time. I leaned down and sucked his cock into my mouth, and he groaned and let his head fall back.
“Master!” Tate begged. “Please let me take care of you!”
“You fucking can’t,” Kingsley snapped. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I swirled my tongue around him and tightened my lips, at the same time as Greer rolled a condom down my cock. In my periphery, I saw Colt fastening a blindfold over Santiago’s eyes too.