Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
When he tapped Dylan’s hip, the other man rose up enough so the two could share a very thorough kiss. Ford knew exactly what they tasted, since he had eaten Erin’s pussy too many times to count. He reveled in the scent and tang of her arousal and could never get enough. He assumed Dylan would soon feel the same way.
“He was yours for a minute there, darlin’,” Ford announced. “Now he’s mine.”
He snatched the resort owner by the hair and roughly yanked until Dylan rose up on his knees. Ford followed to keep them connected and clamped an arm across his chest to pin his boss against him.
Putting his mouth to Dylan’s ear, he growled softly, “Are you ready for me to come inside you?” He sure was.
Dylan murmured, “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come first?”
“If that’s what you please, Sir.”
“Such a good boy wanting to please me.” Ford’s whisper drew goosebumps from Dylan.
Ford continued thrusting up and into him, and when he pinched Dylan’s nipples as hard as he could, he swore his cock was squeezed just as tightly. To test the theory, he did it again.
“So damn tight,” Ford groaned against his neck, before sinking his teeth into the corded muscle.
Small amounts of fluid spurted from Dylan every time Ford hit his prostate. Too bad it was going to waste.
However, it didn’t have to. He had an idea. A kinky one, of course.
“Darlin’, suck his balls again,” Ford ordered Erin.
After spinning around, she dropped to her back and tucked her head between Dylan’s spread thighs, encircling his balls with her mouth and sucking hard.
Damn, he would love it if she did the same to him while he fucked Dylan.
Another time, he told himself. He’d put that on his long list of things for the threesome to do.
“Good girl.” Ford was pleased she was totally into this experience so far. Even though this was a new dynamic for her, she hadn’t hesitated or been intimidated at all. She had jumped right in enthusiastically. “Stroke his cock, too.”
Not even being remotely gentle, Erin squeezed Dylan’s cock from root to tip like trying to get the last little bit of toothpaste from the tube, milking more prostatic fluid from him.
That enthusiasm would be Dylan’s downfall.
By keeping his thrusts short, he focused on the man’s P-spot while Erin continued to tug on his cock, causing a moaning Dylan to jerk against him.
“That’s it,” Ford murmured against damp and heated skin. “I want you to put stripes on her, but this time, not from a riding crop.”
“Yes… Sir,” Dylan forced out while Ford tweaked both of his nipples as hard as he could.
Ford recognized all the signs and obviously, so did Erin when she arched her back. The man was about to blow. “Keep it up, darlin’, and get ready.”
Ford paused his thrusting the second Dylan’s body bowed, his head slammed back against Ford’s shoulder, and his hips jerked in time with Erin’s pumping fist.
Dylan’s groaned, “Fuck,” sounded like it came from deep within his soul. He jerked and twitched as his cum shot out and landed on Erin’s breasts.
“Beautiful. Keep going, darlin’. Don’t leave a drop.”
It didn’t take long for Dylan to cry out, “Red,” around his panting.
“For me or her?” Ford asked.
“Her. Please, Sir.”
Ford knew what it was like when his cock became super sensitive after an intense orgasm. “Stop what you’re doing, darlin’, but don’t move.” He reached around and swiped a finger through the man’s cum on Erin’s chest before lifting it to Dylan’s lips. “Take it.”
“Sir—”
“I didn’t ask,” Ford reminded him in his Dom voice. “Take it, Dylan.”
After what Ford could only assume was an internal struggle, Dylan took his finger into his mouth and circled it with his tongue.
Ford slipped it free and repeated the action, but with three fingers next. He shoved the cum-coated digits into Dylan’s mouth again and didn’t remove them as he went back to thrusting up and into his boss.
Erin’s was still reclined with her head tipped back to watch them. Seeing her smeared breasts, knowing he just made his boss eat his own cum, and having his cock deep up his tight ass was his limit.
Guaranteed he would pay for his actions next time but, damn, it was worth it.
He continued to pump through his own climax until it was over, then he planted himself to the root.
Once he could think straight again, he and Erin exchanged smiles, and he slipped free from Dylan. But before the man could move away, Ford pointed to the smeared cum remaining on Erin’s breasts and ordered, “Now, use your mouth and clean up your mess.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
With one hand holding open the refrigerator door and the other shifting foil-covered aluminum pans and plastic storage containers around, Erin leaned in closer, looking for something to quiet her growling stomach.