Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Dean hissed and nipped at my cheek, to which I turned to him, and we met in a breathless, messy kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, and we moaned. He was tasting Daddy on me.
“I want your come too,” I whimpered, sniffling pitifully. “So, so, so badly.”
“You’re too tempting.” He let out a harsh breath and buried his face against my neck. “Fuck, Gael. You feel so goddamn good. Fuck.” He pulled out abruptly, and I yelped at the fiery burn. With zero time to wonder what was going on, I just stared as he got up on his knees next to me, tossed aside the condom, and stroked his glistening cock. “Be a good little student and open your mouth. I want to see your tongue.”
I obeyed immediately, while Daddy slid down my body and sucked me into his mouth again.
I cried out—so close, so close, so close! I couldn’t hold back. Dean started coming all over my face and neck, and the pleasure exploded inside me. I reached out blindly, grabbing Daddy’s hair and Dean’s thigh, and the orgasm crashed down on me. It was too much and not enough at once. I couldn’t breathe, I wanted everything to stop, I wanted more, I felt so achy all over, and I was just a feverish mess.
The aftershocks of shudders rocked through me afterward, and I could no longer move. How Daddy and Dean managed, I had no idea. Daddy was eager to drop openmouthed kisses across my face, and I giggled breathlessly and squirmed because it tickled.
“That sound—I can’t get enough of it.” He gave me a loud smooch. “I don’t think you’ve ever been so beautiful either. Freshly fucked and sticky with come.”
“And deliciously naked like he should be.” Dean kissed my neck, and that tickled too. Their scruff! It was their scruff!
Daddy hummed in agreement. “I reckon we need a shower now.”
That sounded good, except for the part where we had to get dressed and walk up to the main house, ’cause most of the cabins only had toilets and sinks.
Um, where was my exhaustion?
“Boop.” I pressed the button and hightailed it to the next shower as the water started gushing down. I laughed. The game was to get out of the way before I got hit by the water.
I’d never been in this room before. Both shower rooms were on the second floor of the main house, positioned next to each other, and Daddy and Master Dean had picked the one that was all black. All of it! Floor to ceiling, covered in black rubber. They called it the watersports room. Three walls were lined with showers, and there were even two in the ceiling, at the very center.
“Boop!” I pressed another one, then skidded across the room. Sadly, the soft-ish rubber floor didn’t get slippery when wet. That would’ve been fun, to just slide around in here.
“Young sir, come here and so we can get you soaped up,” Daddy chuckled. “You little clown.”
I grinned and pushed one more button. “I have so much energy!”
Dean smirked. “To be twenty-three again.” Then he narrowed his eyes playfully at me and hooked a finger in a silent come to me.
I went to him, and they pulled me in under the hot spray.
“There we go.” Daddy kissed the top of my head and began soaping me up from behind.
I was so in love with this moment. So happy, so alive.
“Owww!” And so sore! Oh my goodness, talk about delayed reaction! “Can we please make it colder?” The hot water felt like fire on my skin.
“Fuck—I’m sorry, baby. Come here.” Daddy pulled me away from the water.
Dean lowered the temperature, the valve squeaking when he twisted it. “Let’s inspect his skin. I recognize my handprint when I see it.”
What? I turned and tried to look at my own butt, ’cause he’d spent a lot of time there today, but I only saw the same blotches from before.
“Darlin’ boy, you bruise like a peach.” All of a sudden, Dean sounded more Southern than usual. I knew he’d been taken in by his foster family in Tennessee, but most of the time, the accent was barely there.
He and Daddy were undeterred and insisted on washing me from head to toe, all while inspecting every inch and murmuring to each other about where they were going to put ointment on my skin. I thought ointment was a bit excessive; they disagreed firmly.
So I just stood there in the lukewarm water, squirming when something tickled, wincing when things got achy.
“Can you tell Daddy what your perfect aftercare would look like right now?” Daddy removed the showerhead from the mount and tipped back my head.
I closed my eyes as he rinsed off the suds from the shampoo. “Umm. Probably snuggles and TV and ice cream.”