Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“Then why wouldn’t you like my present?”
“It was big.”
The Fox leaned in and nipped at his jaw. “It’s far smaller than me.”
Holy. Heck.
“Then I’m not sure I can take you.”
“You can. You will.”
Brody tensed.
“Shh. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just going to play a bit. And take care of this raging hard-on you have going on. I know it must be hard, sleeping next to our girl and not doing anything.”
“It’s what she needs.” And he always wanted to do what was best for Autumn.
“It is. And you’re a good boy for giving her what she needs.”
His dick seemed to grow even larger at the other man’s words.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” the Fox murmured. He kissed down Brody’s neck. “You like hearing that you’re a good boy.”
“Yes,” he moaned because it would be impossible to deny.
“Tell me, have you been buffin’ the muffin a lot since you’ve been sleeping in the same bed as our girl?”
The Fox undid Brody’s pants, shoving them down. He had to angle his hips slightly away from the counter so he could get the material down. And it pressed him tightly against the other man.
Good lord.
Felt so good. Grabbing hold of his boxers, the Fox shoved those down as well. He stared at Brody’s dick until he started to grow self-conscious. He cupped his hand over his cock.
“No, don’t hide from me,” the Fox said.
“I . . . you’re staring.”
“I can’t stare at you? I can’t look at you whenever I want, Pup? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No, no, it’s not what I’m saying.” He swallowed heavily. “I just didn’t know if you liked what you saw.”
“I do,” he said in a low voice. “I like it a lot. Now, let me see.”
Brody released his dick and the Fox took hold, running his hand up and down his shaft.
Fuck. Fuck.
“See this? It belongs to me. Just like all of you belongs to me. Mine. Mine and our girl’s, understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if I want to stare at what belongs to me, I will. Without argument. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. I hope you do understand because if I have to explain this again, you’ll be getting your butt strapped.”
He whimpered.
“Like that idea?”
He shook his head. “No, Sir.”
“No?” he queried in a voice edged in darkness. “Did you not get hard when I spanked you last time?”
“I . . . I . . . yes, Sir.” He knew he couldn’t lie.
“Did you sizzle the sausage after?”
That was a terrible euphemism for jacking off. But he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“And did it feel good?”
“So good,” he whispered.
“Good boy for telling the truth.” He ran his hand up and down Brody’s dick. “You didn’t answer me. Have you been doing that a lot?”
“No.”
“No? Poor boy. That’s why you’re so close to the edge.”
He moaned. He was sooo close.
“When do I get to touch you?” Brody groaned.
“All in good time, Pup. But right now, you’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come all over my hand.” Leaning his free hand against the wall, he loomed over Brody, making him feel small. Almost fragile.
And he ate it up. He enjoyed being dominated like this. Loved the difference in their size and strength.
The Fox kissed him like he wanted to devour him, to take him inside and keep him there. He continued to jack Brody off, running up and down his thick dick.
“Come for me, Pup. I want to hear you pant and moan my name. Tell me who owns you, baby boy.”
Wow. That shouldn’t be sexy.
It really shouldn’t. But it was.
“You do.”
“Damn right, I do. Now fucking come for me before I decide to turn your ass red for being disobedient.”
His orgasm built in the base of his spine and he moaned as he exploded. Oh, hell’s bells. The Fox gathered up his cum, then drew his fingers to his mouth, licking it clean.
Shoot. That was so hot.
Brody panted heavily, his body still shaking with the force of his orgasm.
“Good Pup.” The Fox leaned in to kiss him and he could taste himself in the kiss. He took him into his arms and held him tight.
So good.
Drawing back, the Fox cupped the side of his face. “Now, I’ve got somewhere I have to be. You’re going to go have a shower and go to bed, understand? I want you to get a good night’s sleep. Oh, and Pup?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Next time I leave you a gift like that, I expect you to use it straight away, understand?”
Good Lord.
That didn’t bode well for the future.
20
The Fox glanced across his car to where Livvy sat.
The auction had been a lot harder than he’d expected. He’d intended to purchase a red-haired girl that reminded him of his Bunny. But what he’d really wanted to do was kill every asshole in there.
All he’d been able to think about was what if his Bunny was one of those poor girls.