Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
As I wrapped my now slicked finger around Bishop’s cock, he sucked in a breath, nodding and reliving the experience. “He…he was so hard, and god…the sounds…”
Slowly tightening my hold, I let the pleasure build as I kept a maddeningly slow pace. “He loved knowing I was watching too. Our boy has a wicked streak. I bet you can’t wait to take him to BJ’s.”
A jolt of pleasure raced through Bishop before he let out a soft chuckle. “I told…I teased him when I was driving home that I was going to plug him before we went…something that vibrates…”
Oh.
Rewarding the naughty plan by going faster, I smiled as Bishop made a desperate sound and rocked his hips, pushing his cock harder into my fist. “Something with a remote, perhaps?”
The shiver that rocked him said he thought that was an interesting idea.
Explaining that in words seemed to be a bit harder once I started caressing the head of his cock with every stroke. Running my finger over his slit got another beautifully needy sound out of him, but my favorite part was just watching him lose all focus as his arousal built.
I loved the way he gave himself over to me and the pleasure that I gave him. He was the sweetest sub and threw himself into everything he did…including what could’ve ended up being the most complicated relationship ever.
“Do you want to come? Show me how good it feels and how much you loved sucking off our boy last night.” Moving my hand faster as I felt his erection throb, I knew he was right on the edge. “Come for me. Let me see how good it felt to have his cock in your mouth and hear him begging for release.”
He was beautiful.
His powerful muscles clenched and he gasped as his orgasm fired through him. Cum striped his shirt and slicked my fist as I kept up the pleasure until he was exhausted and wearing a pleasure-drunk smile.
And then I had two sleeping subs.
Chapter 18
Bishop
His body was moving but I wasn’t sure if he was sleepwalking or still very out of it. Even Cohen smiled at Ian as our boy slowly wandered in with his elephant in his arms and his binkie in his mouth.
Opening my arms had him coming over to the couch and climbing between us, mostly on my lap but spilling over into Cohen’s. “There’s my boy. I thought you’d sleep all day.”
All I got was a nod before he snuggled in and closed his eyes.
That was it.
Did he want to go back to sleep?
Did he remember he was wearing the diaper?
Did he need something like a snack?
When he simply rubbed his face against my shirt, a clean one, thankfully, I looked over at Cohen and raised one eyebrow.
He just grinned and shrugged.
Evil Dom.
Okay, I needed a plan.
He hadn’t eaten much when we’d grabbed lunch earlier, so food seemed like the best starting point. “How does a snack sound, cutie? I think we’ve got grapes and cheese.”
Ian was quiet for several seconds before wiggling his feet on Cohen’s lap and pulling out his binkie. “One. Two. Three?”
I snorted as Uncle Cohen caved like wet paper.
“Maybe just one? Come here and we’ll let Daddy go look for the cookies.” He opened his arms and Ian climbed in, giving loving cuddles to his favorite pushover. “I think we have chocolate chip ones, but we’ll have some fruit too.”
Just what he needed, two different types of sugar…we were definitely going to the gym this week.
As Cohen entertained our sleepy boy, I headed into the kitchen where I managed to find some animal cookies. They at least felt like a better option than the huge chocolate chip ones I found in the pantry. When I had a plate that was mostly filled with healthier options and a few animal cookies mixed in for fun, I headed back out to the living room with a new bottle of water.
Ian was still very little at this point, curled up in Cohen’s lap as Uncle Cohen had a conversation with the elephant about how he’d liked growing up in Mexico?
Were there elephants in Mexico?
I decided asking would be too confusing, so I set the plate on the coffee table and sat down on the floor beside them. As much as I liked cuddling with Ian, I wanted him to be comfortable with both of us…and right now I didn’t want to have to figure out how to talk to an elephant about his family life.
The drunk texts about world domination made more sense, so I knew I was missing something.
“Oh yummy, look, cutie.” Of course, Cohen picked out one of the animal cookies first, getting a happy giggle from Ian as the silly boy opened his mouth to beg like a little bird, but a grape followed soon after, so I relaxed and watched their mischief.