Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I kept my laughter to myself, but damn. Well done, Cam, for keeping a straight face. I mean, that was less than the bare minimum of “going over our itinerary.” He’d mentioned nothing of our dinner plans or what we had in store as a community.
In short, Lucian had rambled the shit Cam already knew.
“Do we need to discuss anything else?”
I shook my head, rearranging the order of two videos. “No, I’m good. That was very informative.”
“I thought so too.” He returned the iPad to the nightstand, then got out of bed and switched on the cameras. I’d already made sure the angles were good, so he only needed to make minor adjustments.
I pushed play on the first video but muted the sound. It was meant to be background spice, not a headliner.
With all that out of the way, I just wanted to focus on my little fuck-doll. Noa had come so damn far in managing his movements that I was downright proud of him. It wasn’t as easy as it looked, especially when you were usually so energetic.
I positioned myself right behind him and let my hand roam his entire side, down so I could stretch out his legs, then up again. I kissed his neck and pinched his nipple. Not a twitch. I slid two fingers into his mouth, and he wasn’t even swallowing against the slow flow of saliva.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I whispered. “My adorable little diaper doll has his holes ready for Daddy.”
Lucian exhaled and pushed Cam closer to Noa, until the boys were pressed up against each other in the center of the bed.
I met Lucian in a kiss as I slipped a hand down Noa’s diaper. Hard already. That wasn’t surprising. I squeezed his cock, and Lucian gently pushed his tongue around mine.
Desire heated up the air around us, and my needs grew louder and more demanding. With the added discomfort that I was closing in on my limit for how hard I could get, before going to the bathroom became more important. We’d been chugging water for hours.
“Grab me the shears,” I murmured.
He broke away and turned over to get them from the nightstand.
In the meantime, I threw a glance at the flat-screen, where Kingsley had Tate strapped to a St. Andrews cross and was fucking him brutally.
A shudder ran through me, and I inched away enough to get a good look at Noa’s diapered bottom.
I squeezed his butt cheeks roughly. “We’re gonna fill this with piss and come.”
Lucian was back, and he got on his knees and leaned over the boys to assist me. When I pinched the diaper, getting a big chunk of it, he cut it off and created a hole for my cock.
This was why I never wanted the fabric diapers I sometimes saw being marketed for BDSM crowds. Fuck it, gimme an actual diaper for adults.
“They should fucking sell these,” I said. “Diapers with glory holes for impatient Daddies.”
Lucian snorted softly, and I didn’t miss Noa’s little twitch. Boy wanted to laugh.
Once we’d created a hole in Cam’s diaper too, we could finally get started. I couldn’t fucking keep my hands off Noa. I pulled one knee up and stroked my cock quickly, making sure nothing was obstructing the camera view, and I double-checked that Noa had used enough oil.
Motherfuck.
Two fingers slipped right into his little asshole, and I felt him doing his best not to contract his muscles.
Lucian opted for another position with Cam. He wrestled the boy onto all fours, though his arms and head slumped limply against the mattress, and it was the sexiest fucking thing. The discomfort the boys put themselves through to please us…
I couldn’t wait any longer. I fisted my cock and dragged the head around Noa’s glistening hole, with the puffy diaper material surrounding my girth, and I started pushing in. Fucking hell, porn had been a terrible idea. I was barely gonna spare a glance at the TV when I had all this in my own home.
Lucian let out a low groan, and I watched his big, beautiful cock disappear into the diaper and Cam’s ass.
It spurred me on.
I hiked an arm under Noa’s leg and pulled it up, and then I set a steady pace and fucked him for the cameras.
My limber little boy. I could use him however the fuck I wanted. He took my pain, my greed, and my manhandling. Not a single movement or sound from him, even when I pulled his knee up high enough for me to kiss it and scraped my teeth along it.
“Perfect doll,” I said, out of breath. “Fucking perfect. All tight and wet around Daddy’s cock.” Now we just needed to fill his diaper the way only Daddy could.
The sound of skin slapping against skin had been replaced by labored breathing, groans, and a soft, muted rustle whenever my pelvis hit the padding, and it was as hot as it was frustrating. Because that was usually a sound I chased, so now it made me go harder and faster, as if I could break through the diaper and redden his bare ass.