Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Letting out a sigh that said he was grinning ear-to-ear, Joel nodded. “I like having both of you.”
Hearing his genuine delight made me smile. I liked his artificial cuteness too but that’d been pure Joel. “You’re going to really like it once we’ve fucked you hard and you’re completely exhausted.”
He did a full-body wiggle like he was a pup wagging his tail and let out a happy, high-pitched sound. “I know. It’s going to be so wonderful.”
He was so weird.
Giving him another kiss, I rocked my erection along the middle of his ass and made a soft moan, letting him hear how excited I was. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cum and mark you.”
It was probably a line that should’ve been in a werewolf romance novel but Joel didn’t seem to mind the cheese factor in it. He sighed and wiggled again. “Please? I’m ready to be dirty, Daddy.”
Okay, so he was adorably weird.
“Alright then, but you can’t come while we’re getting you ready. No matter how many fingers we put in you or how long we take.” Giving his ass a pat as I sat up, I tried to come across just condescending enough to make our dirty boy happy. “Even if it makes you ache and squirm, you can’t come yet.”
In the past, it’d never occurred to me to worry that my partner might come from just the discomfort of being stretched for the first time…but with Joel, I was pretty sure that needed to be kept in mind.
And as I turned to look at Tate who’d been very quiet, I saw from his wide-eyed expression that he hadn’t thought of it either.
The joys of having a pain slut.
Thankfully, Tate snapped out of it quickly, though, and gave Joel’s ass a rough pat. “You can’t save him from me. He just needs to be a good boy. That shouldn’t be hard for him. He’s always telling us what a good boy he is.”
Joel’s frustrated groan was adorable. “Ugh, I hadn’t thought of that.”
Laughing seemed like the wrong response to give at the moment, so I pressed my lips together and tried not to let the sound escape as Tate reached over for the lube on his nightstand. Just hearing the sound of it coming out was enough to chase away the silliness and make me remember why we were in bed even if Joel’s moan hadn’t been so sexy.
He liked the sound too.
He liked it so much his legs spread wider and he pushed his ass up, tempting my dick again. “I’m very ready, Master. And, Daddy, I’m not scared. I like things in my bottom, so you don’t have to worry.”
Yep, adorable.
And had I mentioned tempting?
So when Tate pressed a slick finger against Joel’s hole, I leaned in and started kissing over his sexy, full ass again as my hands caressed up his back.
“Daddy…my bottom…” Joel’s drawn-out words sounded like he was drunk on pleasure as Tate’s finger slowly inched into him. “You’re both going to feel so good.”
His little wiggles looked like he was desperately trying to behave and still get Tate deeper, and I wasn’t sure which need was going to win. Joel really liked being a good boy because he thought that was cute, but I was pretty sure he wanted to be fucked more.
“That’s so…Master…it’s so much better than the shower.” Joel didn’t say what he’d been doing in the shower, so I made a note to start wiping down anything he could’ve been putting in his ass.
And then made another mental note to make sure there was an anal-safe toy tucked under the bathroom sink.
We were not going to end up with him in the emergency room because he’d gotten a shampoo bottle stuck up there.
Tate’s lips were white he was pressing them together so hard, but he managed not to laugh. The lack of words might be an issue, though, so I decided it was my turn again to keep up the dirty talk. The mental image of Joel fucking himself with the shampoo bottle made me want to sigh, not giggle. “We’re going to have to make you show us what you’ve been doing in the shower.”
For a variety of reasons.
“I can’t wait to see you play with yourself even though part of me wants to own your body, baby boy.” I wasn’t sure how much of that idea was rational and how much was just something people did in dirty books and porn, but it was hot either way.
Joel’s whine said so too. “Daddy…that’s…you’d…I’d belong to you guys.”
“Yes, we’d own your body…every inch of you.” I was thinking from the nose to his toes kind of examples, but Tate must’ve found Joel’s prostate because he made a sexy, desperate sound and that shifted the direction of my thoughts. “Your cutie. Your button. Your bottom. Every inch of you would belong to your Master and your Daddy.”