Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Holy crap, I hadn’t.
I exhaled shakily at the revelation, and Lucas began soaping me up in unhurried strokes. Up and down my ink-covered chest, over my shoulders, down my arms… And no more words were said for a long time. He rubbed my cock firmly, burying it under a thick layer of suds. My breathing became ragged. He was fucking milking me, and it was driving me insane. I couldn’t stop the whimper.
When he wanted me to turn around, he twirled a finger. I complied instantly, and he guided one of my hands to the wall. I took the hint and placed the other one there too, and then he drew two fingers along my spine. More pressure as he got lower, silently telling me to arch for him.
I swallowed dryly. He turned me on beyond words.
“Such a smooth, soft, perfect little boy.” He ran a hand over one of my butt cheeks. Next, one finger slipped between and circled my hole. “Do you like it when Daddy washes you?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy. I like it lots.”
“Mmm…” He pushed the tip of his finger inside, and my knees nearly buckled. “Colt would’ve loved to see this.”
I couldn’t dig my fingers into the tiles, no matter how hard I tried. And the thought of Colt watching us… Maybe he’d stand in the doorway first. Maybe stroke his big cock while Lucas played with me. Oh God…
The iPad.
I gulped at the idea. Could I be that gutsy?
Lucas fingered me deeper. He rubbed me all over, then settled for finger-fucking me and stroking my cock at the same time. I was losing my goddamn mind. I just needed. I needed, needed, needed.
“We can film ourselves,” I gasped.
Lucas slowed down.
All I heard was our heavy breathing.
Then, Lucas stepped over to the double sink and washed the body wash off his hands. He was going to do it, I could tell. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I couldn’t wait. I wanted it. I was so far gone. Crazed with lust.
He set up the iPad so it would capture everything that happened in the bathtub. It was propped between the two sinks. Lucas checked the screen once more before joining me, and he commanded me in a quiet voice to turn on the shower head.
Was the camera on? It was, wasn’t it?
After grabbing the shower head from me, Lucas ran the hot water over my ass first. His free hand never left my body. He spread my cheeks and aimed the streams of water right over my opening, and I let out a breathless groan. My head fell forward. My heart thundered. My cock was rock solid.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged. I arched more for him, wanting his thick cock to just take me. Take me hard. Fucking do it. He was making desperate.
“I love it when you’re so greedy.” He rubbed a finger along the crease, then spread the cheeks farther apart. So the camera could catch it, I realized. “I’m not sure you’re ready for Daddy’s cock, though.”
“I am, I promise,” I whimpered.
For several seconds, he literally fucked me with the water stream. It was on the sharpest setting, and I felt the water entering me. Hot water, so hot, so good.
“Soon.” He switched the setting and ran the shower head farther up. “What an exquisite boy we have. Turn around for us, Kit.”
Us.
I turned around on shaky legs and no longer cared in what state they saw me. Let them see how needy I was. Let them see it all.
Lucas lifted the shower head and murmured, “Close your eyes.” And we waited for the shampoo to disappear down the drain. All the suds. “Hold this while I go get something.”
Finally. He was getting the lube, I hoped. In the meantime, I showered off the remnants of the shampoo, and I…I may have touched myself a little. I couldn’t help it. My hand was glued to my cock, and I rubbed it fast until I heard Daddy coming back.
He set down the lube on the edge of the tub.
I’d gotten him wet. His light-blue shirt showed where the shower had sprayed him. I was ready to jump him. Instead, I had to pretend I was patient. I waited. And I waited. He was in charge of the shower head again, and he had patience. Too much of it.
Once he lowered the stream, I pushed back my hair and glanced into the camera. Hell, I didn’t know who was the most sadistic of the two at this point.
Lucas made me lift my arms so he could get my armpits too, his hand always following. Washing and touching every inch of me. He pinched my nipples, and I went for my cock. I had to do something.
“So desperate,” he muttered. He flicked the top of my hand, and it actually stung. I yelped and pulled it away to cradle it to my chest.