Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“I think the brats wanna get a taste of each other,” Santiago said huskily.
“Yeah, so stop keeping us apart,” Noa groaned. He panted and promptly made a choking sound.
I giggled breathlessly, only to gasp when Dean’s cock hit so sharply that my eyes welled up.
Heat surrounded me; bodies surrounded me. We’d finally come together, all of us, and wherever I reached out, I felt someone. But I held on to Noa’s hand, and he held on to mine.
“Get the slut over here,” Dean grunted. “Franklin, suck my boy’s cock.”
“Gladly, Sir.”
Dean pulled me back, and I sank down on his cock. I had zero fucking control of my movements. I was equal parts spent and needy, craving more, not sure I could take it, demanding everything.
Gosh. I’d exchanged so few words with Franklin, and now he was bending down to suck my cock. I shuddered violently—and he wasn’t left alone for long. Walker came up behind him and rolled on a new condom. Meanwhile, Santiago positioned himself next to me, fisted my hair, and pushed his cock between my lips.
Pleasure exploded. Pain burned. This was fucking ecstasy.
Franklin sucked me greedily, swirling his tongue around me, and I felt myself mirror his moves on my Daddy. I sucked Daddy like Franklin sucked me, and—owww—Dean fucked me harder. Pushing me up and down his cock, causing me to choke and gag on Santiago’s cock.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and drool trickled down my chin.
“Look at me, little one,” Daddy commanded in a low voice.
I opened my eyes and saw the heat in his gaze.
“I’ll never get enough of you. You hear me?”
I nodded. These metaphorical claw marks where he and Dean reminded me of who owned me meant the world to me. Physical pleasure hit my body, but they hit my friggin’ soul. Their presence reached deeper.
“Let’s throw you into the pile, freckles,” I heard KC say with a grunt.
Santiago pulled out for me, and before I could react, KC yanked Franklin away, and Macklin literally dropped a laughing Noa right in front of me. I croaked a laugh, I whimpered in pain as Dean pushed me down harder, I gasped, I fucking cried. And Noa went, “Shhh, we gotta stick together through this, Gael—it’s you and me against the Tippy-Tops! I got you.”
It became too much, and maybe Dean sensed it. He withdrew from me and kissed my neck.
“Let’s give the boys a breather, gentlemen.”
I sniffled and tried to catch my breath.
“I’ll take care of them for a while,” Macklin said. “Come to me, boys. I think you’ve earned a show.”
We nodded and scrambled over to him. He parted his legs so we could both get comfortable there, and a surge of happiness spiked within me. I smooched him hard, earning me a smile.
Noa was more interested in swallowing Macklin’s cock, but I needed a cuddle.
Macklin kissed me softly, and the pace he set created a calm in my brain that was so welcome. It felt super good. So did his fingers brushing up and down my back.
I shivered and let out a breath.
“Watch your Daddies, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Okay.
I rested my head on his chest and glanced toward—holy fuck. Oh gosh, oh gosh. KC crawling over Santiago, kissing him heatedly on the floor, and Dean and Walker making out hungrily. I could not look away for a second, not even when Franklin made his way over to us and asked me—
“No, you ask me instead, Franklin,” Macklin told him. “You don’t have the right to ambush Gael. You wanna do something with him, you go through me.”
Oof, I assumed that was part of their dynamic. Although, I felt really good about being in Macklin’s care at the moment.
Franklin actually blushed, but there was no mistaking the dark hunger in his eyes. He was anything but embarrassed.
“You’re right, Sir,” he replied demurely. “May I service Gael with my mouth?”
Macklin stroked my back, and I glanced up at him.
“It’s up to you, honey. I don’t want you to be overwhelmed.”
I bit my lip. I mean… “I’m not gonna turn down a blow job,” I whispered back.
He chuckled and kissed my nose. “Fair enough.” He shifted his gaze to Franklin. “You may service him. And not that I think you’re actually capable, but don’t steal focus from the show.”
“I won’t, Sir,” Franklin promised.
“Don’t make him come,” Jack warned from his couch. “He’s saving that for his Owners, and you don’t deserve any loads yet anyway.”
Franklin bowed his head slightly. “I understand, son.”
I bit at my thumbnail, fascinated by their relationship. Franklin had been hard essentially since he’d been Jack’s footrest, and it was fairly obvious by now that he got off on degradation.
He looked like a dog trying to be sneaky about stealing snacks when he crawled closer and carefully sucked my cock into his mouth. He didn’t make eye contact or anything; in fact, he closed his eyes. And I knew that look. That feeling. The love of sucking cock.