Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Oh God, that sounds so good.” He was slowly testing the waters, touching me more and more, and I loved feeling the tentativeness in each caress. “I like your ass.”
“Thanks, baby. It likes you too.”
He snickered and rested his head on my hip. “You barely have any hair here.”
Neither did he, though he wasn’t hairy by nature. “I wax it.”
“Shit, really? Are you kidding?”
“No? It’s hardly groundbreaking. It’s the one spot I like to keep hairless, and some of us weren’t born with your soft fuzz.” I’d spent half a siesta ghosting my knuckles across his perfect ass earlier. He had the finest hairs. Otherwise, smooth as a baby’s bottom. I wasn’t as lucky in that area. “I go a few times a year. Ass and between-the-cheeks.”
He swallowed hard, and he lifted his head off of me. “You’re serious,” he stated quietly. “You wax…there? Like, your actual…you know.”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is asshole. Yes.”
“Jesus,” he whispered. His fingers traced the length between my cheeks, and I gave a hum of approval. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“You get used to it.” My God, he was teasing me with those maddeningly careful touches. “Peyton, grab the coconut oil from Daddy’s bag. It’s a small bottle in one of the pockets.”
He wanted to see me but clearly needed a nudge. Ordering him to give me a massage would hopefully do the trick.
The best part, coconut oil was edible, and we weren’t leaving this beach until one of us had received a thorough tongue-fucking.
Peyton returned within seconds and asked what I wanted him to do.
“Massage my ass,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir.” He scrambled into position and between my legs.
His poorly hidden eagerness was cute.
“I have a clean bill of health, for the record,” I told him. “Just so you don’t worry when having fun with me—and the day you’re ready for more, I have condoms.”
“Oh. I wasn’t worried. I’m clean too, though. I got tested once to make strangers around me think I had an active sex life.”
I laughed into my pillow. Christ, he was too adorable.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered.
“No, I’m glad you did,” I chuckled. “That’s funny. But you’re spending the day with someone whose sole companion for the past three years has been Julia.”
“I see.” He was pleased about that; I could hear it in his tone. I also heard him open the bottle of coconut oil. “Oh, this is slippery.”
“Taste it,” I encouraged.
There was a beat of silence before he exclaimed, “It tastes like coconut!” And he said it in the most boyish way that sent a sluggish rush of lust through me. “It’s not cold, so I’ll just drizzle some, Daddy. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready, sweet boy.”
The oil dropped onto my buttocks, quite a lot of it, and his hands followed. At long fucking last. I melted into the mattress and groaned under my breath. He’d thankfully left the timid touches behind, and he kneaded my flesh firmly, deeply, and unhurriedly.
“That feels wonderful, pet.”
I would’ve fallen asleep if I weren’t anticipating the moment his last shred of decency took a hike. He was careful not to part my cheeks—yet. But I sensed he was getting there. Every now and then, he stroked his hand down the center and applied a hint of pressure on his middle finger.
“Mmm…” I slowly pushed against his grasp, and on the next upstroke, he slipped his thumbs in between. “You’re a good boy. It’s always okay to explore and play with Daddy.”
He exhaled unsteadily and finally grew bolder. By kneading and massaging my cheeks outward, he parted them properly. Then he slid a lone finger from top to bottom, and I couldn’t stop the moan from falling from my lips.
“It’s so smooth and soft, Daddy.” He touched me again, gently caressing the opening. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
He kept rubbing my flesh with firm strokes, but he no longer shied away from my center. The opposite. He glided his fingers over with each pass, and his breathing picked up.
So did mine, and I couldn’t stay completely still. I moved with him, pressing my erection to the mattress and silently encouraging him to do whatever he wanted.
“S-Sir, can you lift up a little, please?” he asked shakily.
“Anything you want, baby.” I couldn’t mask the need in my tone. Parting my legs farther, I put some weight on my knees and lifted up enough that I could reach my cock. I stroked it slowly and buzzed with the anticipation. I’d dreamed about his fingers for weeks now. I wanted them inside me.
“Are you also hard, Daddy?”
“So fucking hard,” I moaned. I wasn’t sure if the bolt of pleasure came from his question or the fact that I could feel his breath on my skin, but either way, it changed the course of my fantasy. “It would make me happy if you kissed me down there.”