Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Jordan whimpered. David’s hand snaked up under Jordan’s arm, across his chest, until it wrapped around Jordan’s throat.
“This okay?” David asked softly.
“Yes…yes, Daddy. Just not too tight, but I like knowing you’re there, that you’re in control.”
“Good boy,” David replied, hand still at Jordan’s throat. I could feel Jordan’s reaction as David pushed inside him. He nudged him closer to me, made his cock jerk.
It was awkward at first when David started to move, until we found a rhythm. I pushed back against Jordan, who fucked into me. David rammed into Jordan’s ass, which moved him, made him pump his hips against me, before easing out again. It was like they were both fucking me, David in control with each movement into Jordan.
“Look at you both. So goddamned beautiful, my sweet, perfect, naughty boys. Christ, I love you both so much.”
My dick jerked, precum leaking from my slit. Jordan’s hands on my hips, David’s words in my ear. Each of their thrusts made me move, filled me up, but not as much as those words had.
“Me too…so much.” Jordan fucked into me harder, and I could feel David doing the same to him. We were a unit, the three of us, in this moment and every other one.
“Me too,” I replied, burying my face into the mattress.
“Good boys. Now, be good holes to fuck, because you’re still sluts for me.”
We were, and I wanted to be. It was the most perfect thing he could say—not making a big deal about what I said.
I rode Jordan’s cock, losing my rhythm sometimes, but we always found it again. My hole was stretched. My heart was too. Pressure built inside me, higher and more urgent, and I could barely hold it back.
“Come for me…come for your Sir…for your Daddy,” David ordered us.
That was all it took. My balls let loose, my load pulling from them in spurt after spurt all over the bed. Jordan’s cock spasmed in my ass, pumping his release into me as he said, “Yes, Daddy. Give me your load.”
I collapsed to the bed, when David said, “Good boys. Now Daddy’s cum eater needs to do his job.” Jordan dropped to the floor. First, he turned around, taking David’s cock into his mouth, sucking what he could of David’s cum from it. Then he turned to me, hands stretching my ass cheeks, wet tongue lapping at my hole. Jordan didn’t care about the lube. He just loved to eat our cum.
Jordan flipped me over, and I went easily. His tongue worked my spent cock, then my belly, eating up my cum too, and when he leaned over to kiss me, I let him, opening up for him, tasting all of us on him.
It was perfect.
Afterward, David held us, him in the middle. He talked to us, asked about what we’d just done, made sure we knew he was there, always there to take care of us.
“Love you both,” I whispered before dropping off to sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Jordan
I was doing a whole lot of things with a plug up my ass lately.
Case in point, David and I were in his car, on our way to one of the local culinary schools to get me enrolled.
Full-time.
Which he was paying for.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably, both because of the plug—we were working up in size—and because of the conversation.
“Take you to school?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.” When he swatted my leg, I groaned. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay.”
“I just… I joked around a lot with Finley about having a sugar daddy, but that’s not really what I want. Things are different with us—the three of us—and I don’t ever want to feel like I’m using you. It feels wrong to take something like this.” Who the hell spent that much money on someone? Granny had not been happy that I was going through with this. Even more than before, this seemed to confirm her feeling that David was trying to change me, to mold me to his wishes. No matter how many times I’d talked to her and tried to explain that David wasn’t like my stepdad and would never take me away from her, she couldn’t see it.
“Why is it wrong, kitten? When people are in a relationship, they do these things for each other. Oftentimes with married couples, one person works and the other doesn’t. You’re mine, and I want you happy. Taking care of you is important to me. I have the means to do it, so why wouldn’t I? This is something I want to do for you, as long as culinary school is something you truly desire. Is it?”
My pulse danced excitedly. This really was like a dream come true, and I did. Culinary school was what I was supposed to do. “Yes, Daddy. I want it so much, I can hardly stand it.”