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)
He hummed and swiped his tongue around my nipple.
I shivered at the sparks his dirty ministrations shot through me, and I had to stop him before he made me change my plans yet again. “That’s enough from that sweet little mouth.” I cupped his face and kissed his cheek, lingering a couple seconds, then tilted his head toward the counter. “Look what we’re gonna play with. You take my fingers and tongue so perfectly now that it’s time to use toys.” Three fingers, to be exact. For the past two days, I’d fucked him with three fingers in the shower until he’d pumped his orgasms down my throat.
“Fuck, that’s gonna hurt,” he responded warily. The delightful blush was back on his face, as were the goose bumps across his shoulders.
His body betrayed his fear, and I brushed my fingers along his hard cock. “I think you’ll learn to love it as much as I do.”
He swallowed audibly and flicked me an uncertain glance. “You use this a lot?”
“At home—before I had you.” I nodded. “It made my evening showers a lot more exciting.”
It was sort of sad that it had been one of my personal highlights of the day. Once Julia was asleep, I had my date in the shower.
“That’s hot,” he whispered under his breath, eyeing the dildo.
“I’ll show you when we get home. You can watch me play with myself.” I smoothed back his hair.
He nodded. “I want that, but I’m not sure I’d be able to stay away.”
I smirked softly and rubbed his neck affectionately. “You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to, my darling boy. I own you, remember?”
“Oh my God.” He plastered himself to me and buried his face against my neck. “I want you so much, Daddy.”
I hummed and hugged him to me, then dropped my hand to his delectable buttocks. As I spread his cheeks and teased his hole, I murmured, “And Daddy wants this virgin little ass full of come. Let’s get started.”
“One more inch, Peyton.” I stepped under the hot spray of water and washed away the shampoo in my hair.
My boy was being whiny.
Not only had he used up half a bottle of lube, but he was complaining about pain he was barely feeling. I’d be more inclined to believe him if he weren’t eye-fucking my cock like it was a tall glass of water in the desert. A cock that was thicker than that dildo he was failing to sit on.
“How are you going to handle my cock if you can’t handle the toy?” I asked.
“You’ll make it work,” he said flippantly.
“Oh, I definitely will. But it would be nice to minimize your pain,” I pointed out.
He gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut. With his hands planted firmly on his knees, he tried to lower himself onto the silicone cock that was attached to the marble bench.
“You have to relax, little one.” I turned the shower to the rain setting, then walked over to him. “Bear down on the toy as if it’s Daddy’s cock.” Gripping the base of my semi-erection, I guided it to his lips. “Open up.”
He latched on like a needy baby and batted away my hand so he could hold it himself.
I sighed contentedly and eased myself deeper into his mouth.
Sex had never been this amazing before. Peyton’s deep-rooted desire to please, not to mention how fully he threw himself into every sexual act, made me feel worshiped and coveted. He was always reaching for me, just like I reached for him. We had this explosive chemistry, and we clicked so well.
“Fuck the toy, Peyton,” I murmured huskily. “You can go slowly if you want, but I want to see that beautiful body move up and down.” I caressed his face and neck, and I gently wiped away the waterdrops clinging to his eyelashes. “Pretend it’s Daddy’s cock you’re riding.”
It seemed to work after a while. He was beginning to relax, and maybe it helped that he concentrated more on sucking me off. It distracted him from the pain, I was guessing.
“That’s better,” I praised. “You’re almost taking all of it now. Maybe you’ll be begging for my cock before we get to Nassau on Thursday.”
He nodded and redoubled his efforts, fucking himself on the dildo and hollowing out his cheeks around my cock.
I succumbed to the sensations and let them wash over me. Closing my eyes, I pushed myself in and out of his needy mouth until I came in hot spurts.
Peyton could wait. I loved it when he was desperate for me, and he’d be struggling not to be clingy while we worked if I didn’t let him come.
“Sir, there’s an email from Mr. Brooks with the Three Dots Agency,” Peyton said. “It looks like it contains a pitch. Do you want me to print it for you?”