Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I was done lying still. I sat up and kidnapped Kit’s asshole from Corey, who looked endearingly pissy.
“Watch it, son.” I snapped my teeth at the boy and coated my cock in lube. Then I forced Kit down on the rug and pressed my cock between his cheeks.
He cried out through a moan.
“Always so perfect,” I whispered against his neck. “Let’s get you closer to your new brother so you can show me how much you like him.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he pleaded.
Luke had heard me, so we met halfway, in the center of the rug, where Kit and Mack could reach each other while we fucked them.
I peered down between us, where my glistening cock disappeared in and out of Kit’s clenched asshole, and I couldn’t describe the sheer hunger that took control of me. I couldn’t get enough, and I couldn’t stick to one position. I wanted everything at once. I wanted to be consumed by everything we did, and I wanted my mind to swim. Or drown, whichever.
That center-of-the-rug pile was where it was at. That was where I found the unbridled, animalistic euphoria and got completely fucking lost in the moment. Where time didn’t exist. Where Kit lost his voice riding my cock, shyness long gone, all while Corey stood in front of him with his cock in Kit’s mouth. Greer railing Macklin right next to me, Lucas stroking and rubbing my skin as Macklin deep-throated him.
I groaned and gripped Kit’s hips tighter, needing him to go faster.
The younger generation had already gotten off—fucking twice—and it was my turn. Luke had come all over Macklin’s beautiful face too. Which Kit and Corey had licked off. I was strung tight and ready to blow, and by the looks of it, so was Greer.
Macklin was moaning like a whore, the sounds muffled by Luke’s cock.
“I’m close again, Daddy—I can’t help it,” Kit whined.
Say no more.
I sat up and lifted him off me, and I didn’t really care how he landed. Because then I hauled him up on all fours and forced my way in again, and I fucked him for all I was worth. He let out a wail of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure won out when Corey literally stuck his head under Kit’s body so Kit could fuck Corey’s mouth at the same time.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Kit panted. “Corey, I’m gonna come. Oh my God.”
“Fuck,” Greer growled. His ass was a fucking work of art as he pumped into Macklin’s ass.
Luke stared hungrily at Corey’s body on display. With a gorgeous boy on his back, naked, there wasn’t a chance in hell Luke could resist. He withdrew from Macklin’s mouth, rolled on a condom, and stepped between Corey’s legs.
The sight was too much. Corey’s shock, how his abs tensed when Luke gathered the boy’s legs around him and pushed his cock inside became my undoing. Maybe Kit’s too. As sweat trickled down my neck and chest, I screwed my eyes shut and let the forceful sensations claim me. I buried myself all the way in, and the orgasm crashed down on me.
Macklin’s desperate moans fueled me, as did Corey’s breathless whimpers, Greer’s gritty curses, and Kit’s hoarse cry.
Holy fuck, my knees, my thighs, every goddamn muscle hurt. Thank God—Luke had the brains to pull Corey out from under Kit, because I collapsed on top of our boy as soon as my climax faded.
“We should probably go to bed…” That was Luke.
In a minute.
I yawned and kissed Kit’s neck, my cock still buried inside him. But we had company now. Macklin was performing cleanup service and had his face pressed between us, his tongue licking the base of my cock and around Kit’s opening.
I scratched Macklin’s scalp absently, a big fan of the teasing licks.
Corey had fallen asleep on top of Greer, who was running his fingers lazily up and down the boy’s back and sweet butt.
“I’m not sure I can carry him up the stairs,” he murmured drowsily.
“Fuck that,” I chuckled. “We’re on the third floor. I can carry Kit down the stairs, not up.”
“You have before,” Kit yawned. “Ohhh, that tickles, Macklin.” He wriggled his butt, and that was enough for my cock to slip out.
It was also an invitation for Macklin to swallow me. A fan of ATM, evidently.
“I can walk myself.” Corey’s words were so drenched in sleep, I could barely decipher them. “What time is it?”
I grunted and rolled onto my back, allowing me to check the clock in the window. Jesus Christ. “Four thirty.”
“Definitely time to go to bed,” Luke said firmly. Then promptly groaned when he sat up. “I hurt everywhere.”
Kit snickered. “I thought you were young, Daddy.”
“Oof,” Greer laughed. “Right in the kisser.”
Luke sniffed. “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Macklin released my cock and kissed his way up my chest. “Tonight was…on another level.”