Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I wasn’t going to spell it out, but our boy had a beautiful ass.
Tension rippled through Ian as I ran my thumbs just on the outside of his tight ring. Between that and the quiet moan he let out, he had Bishop’s eyes nearly rolling back in his head. The pleasure of Ian’s mouth and his sexy body wiggling against Bishop’s was nothing compared to knowing what I was doing to his boy.
Yep, this was a wonderful way to play with them both and still make Bishop crazy with desire. The fact that I was doing it with only having given him the barest brush of my fingers was even more fun.
“That’s right, cutie. You’re making your Daddy feel so good.” Barely stroking over his tight hole, I squeezed Ian’s ass and rocked him against Bishop’s hard dick. “But you already had him so turned on. He loved seeing how the flogger kissed your skin. Every time you moaned and begged for more, you made him even harder.”
Just remembering what had happened aroused Bishop even more.
I could see the desire growing on his face and in the way he broke and wrapped his arms around our boy. Bishop stroked up Ian’s back, finally settling on his head, where Ian was completely enthralled with licking and sucking on his Daddy’s nipples.
“I should make you worship your Daddy’s muscles the next time you’ve been naughty.” That had them both making needy sounds. “It would make sure you thought of your Daddy instead of thinking about being cheeky or disobedient.”
I punctuated the wonderful idea with a spank that had Ian whimpering. He must’ve started sucking even harder because Bishop moaned before I could even finish teasing the idea. The naughty boy nibbled and sucked, making soft happy sounds as his Daddy stroked his head.
“Yes, that would be the perfect way to make sure you remembered how to be an obedient boy.” Going back to teasing the good boy’s hole, I stroked over it, barely tapping out a rhythm that had him rocking harder against Bishop and making more needy whimpers.
Bishop’s imagination filled in the missing pieces and even though he couldn’t see my fingers, he tightened his hold on Ian with every tap. He was so in tune with his boy’s body I wasn’t even sure he realized he was doing it, but every time Ian surged with pleasure, his Daddy quickly followed.
Just watching their pleasure build, I knew what I was going to do.
It was time for Ian to have another orgasm.
The nearly exhausted boy couldn’t have any cum left in him, Bishop had sucked it all out, but I remembered his answers. He’d marked yes on dry orgasms and I was going to let him see how important lists were.
Letting him rock against his Daddy, I kept caressing over his hole, never entering him and just keeping the pressure too light until his legs spread wider. As he offered himself to me, I looked into Bishop’s eyes and lifted one hand to suck on my finger.
I had to admit, I thought about spitting on Ian’s sexy hole.
It’d have been dramatic as fuck, but I didn’t seem like the spitting type of Dom. But either way, it didn’t matter because just seeing me lick my finger had Bishop’s eyes going wide and he groaned. It probably left our boy very confused, but I quickly filled that knowledge gap with the now-wet finger.
Tapping over his hole again got another moan from Ian, but this time his legs spread wider and he arched his ass up higher as he rocked. It was an invitation even I couldn’t have missed and Bishop knew what was coming as well.
His breathing was halting and rough as Ian moved and offered himself up to me, knowing he was going to be pleasing his Daddy as well. Yes, he wanted the pleasure, but this was more about tempting Bishop and showing off for his Daddy than getting another orgasm.
It was a sweet, dirty boy giving his Daddy exactly what he wanted.
A sexy view and wonderful pleasure.
And to show that he knew what was coming and what he wanted, he whined and his hole relaxed, welcoming me in. Sinking in up to my first knuckle, I teased him gently, barely fucking him. “You’re such a good boy.”
That pulled dueling sounds of need and frustration from both men. It was tempting and erotic, but my favorite part was watching Ian writhe over Bishop as he nuzzled at his Daddy’s chest, kissing and rubbing his face over his Daddy’s muscles.
Oh yes, I was going to have to make sure Bishop knew his boy had a muscle fetish.
The sexy man had found the sweetest boy who desperately wanted to worship his Daddy’s muscles and our next scene was going to have to bring that out for Ian even more. He might not be able to confess it, probably because he had some ridiculous thought that we’d think it was silly, but Bishop hadn’t built that fabulous physique just because he was health conscious.