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)
“Thank you, Sir.”
I lay there limp and wrung out as Daddy added more lube to Ian’s cock. “Here, kitten, let Daddy help you,” he said, giving me his assistance as I straddled Ian.
He slicked my hole with more lube too, and I winced as it burned.
“Are you sure you can take us?” Daddy asked. “There’s no shame in saying no. I’ll love you and be proud of you regardless.”
“I need you,” I replied, because I did. “Both of you.”
He nodded.
I looked down at Ian as Daddy worked to get us positioned the right way. Ian’s cock was then pushing at my hole. I wasn’t much help, but they were able to do it, and… “Yes…fuck yes.” Ian’s cock inside me somehow began to bring me back to life. I slowly started to ride him, his nails digging into my ass cheeks.
“So damn beautiful,” Daddy said. “My perfect boys.” He put a hand on my upper back, between my shoulders, to slow me down.
Then…oh God. I tensed up at the burning pain as he tried to push inside me.
“Look at me, Sunshine. Don’t let your eyes leave me,” Ian said.
“Yes, Ian.” It still hurt, but looking at Ian helped. Daddy spoke to me, told me I was a good boy, and Ian’s gaze held mine through the burn and the stretch until they were inside me, both of them, taking what was theirs, together.
It was awkward. Sometimes one of them fell out, but we found a way to connect again. They fucked me slow and good. Ian would caress my face. Daddy would kiss my shoulder from where he stood behind me.
I was limp and exhausted but never wanted this to end. I wanted to live in this moment. I wanted to be connected to them all the time, this unit of the three of us, each giving the others something different, something they needed.
My orgasm built slowly, this dull ache that grew, expanding into a burst of pleasure and sensation stoked by the fire they made burn inside me.
David fucked into me hard from behind, his cock moving with Ian’s inside me.
“Please, Daddy. My balls are full…so very full. Please, Daddy, let me come.”
“Come, sweet boy. Both of you come for me.”
It wasn’t a slow descent then, but a quick drop that made colors flash behind my eyes and the world melt around us. I cried out, shooting all over Ian. Savored the urgent sounds they made as their cocks spasmed inside my ass, their loads filling me. I wanted it to stay there forever.
It hurt when they pulled out, and then David was laying me down and saying something to Ian, and a moment later Ian’s tongue was slowly lapping at my asshole. It was soothing but ached too.
Daddy ran a bath. “Come here, kitten.” He wrapped his arm around me, helped me to the bathroom. Instructed me and Ian to get into the tub.
Ian held me as Daddy soothed us.
Washed us.
He dried us both off, his boys, and then they both helped me to bed.
My ass hurt. It had never ached this badly. I wouldn’t be doing anything anal for a while.
“On your belly, please,” Daddy said, and I immediately rolled over. He could do anything to me because I knew it was done with love and care and would be what was best for me.
He spread my legs and examined my hole. He smeared something cold on it, which eased the pain.
Daddy turned off the lights, and then the three of us settled beneath the blanket.
“Are you sure I was okay?” Ian asked softly. Oh, my sweet Ian. He had such a big, throbbing heart.
“You were perfect, gumdrop.”
He chuckled.
“We should talk a little, about what we did.” Daddy petted my hair.
“Tomorrow…please. I just need you…both of you…to hold me and love me. Take care of me.”
“Always, kitten.”
David kissed my forehead, Ian kissed my shoulder, their arms tight around me as I let go, into their embrace, right where I belonged.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
David
Work was crazy today. We were the trauma hospital, and I was on call. I’d already had one surgery this morning, and now I was in the doctors’ lounge, taking some time to come down from it.
A few days had passed since our role-playing session. Jordan had been beautiful—both he and Ian had been. It put Ian in a position he was interested in, but one he didn’t feel settled into yet. He was afraid of messing up, of not being good enough, but he had been, and he was. So much of what we did was instinct, but also reading the signs from your sub and having their best interests at heart.
And Jordan…Christ, the way he’d trusted us, the way he’d let go, had been the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He longed to feel dirty and used, but it wasn’t always easy to drop those barriers and allow yourself to experience those things, and yet our kitten had.