Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“My pretty fuckdoll,” I groaned under my breath. “I’m going to play with you every day.”
“Can the doll also fuck Daddy?”
“All the fucking time, baby,” I promised. “Fuck—I’m gonna come soon.” I wasn’t ready, goddammit. It was too hot. The pleasure built up too fast. My balls felt full and heavy, and all the fantasies of future playtime made me want to cover him with my come. I wanted pictures of it. Pictures of us. Of me taking him, of him taking me.
Spurred on by his evident excitement and pleading moans, I fucked him into the mattress in quick thrusts. I stopped breathing at some point and felt the orgasm taking over, pushing me down, making me gnash my teeth, causing me to pound into him.
Then I was gone.
I collapsed on top of him and fucked my release deep into his ass in irregular movements.
I didn’t know how many seconds I was under, but when my hearing returned, all I heard were his needy pleas.
I blew out a labored breath and eased away carefully. A string of come connected the head of my cock with his bottom, and I shuddered violently. My mouth watered, and, luckily, I could get more of that. It wouldn’t take too many seconds either, because as soon as I sucked Peyton’s cock into my mouth, he nearly arched off the bed.
“Fill Daddy’s mouth, baby boy.” I swirled my tongue around him, then took him deep, tasting the salty fluids already trickling from his cock.
His hands disappeared into my hair, and I encouraged him to use me properly. Let go, pet. Don’t hold back. He was a quivering mess, but he listened. He pulled me down on him and thrust in and out of my mouth, without any finesse whatsoever. And it was probably my favorite thing about when his barriers were down. My little boy chased his orgasm and thought only about the pleasure.
His warm release flooded my mouth a few heartbeats later, and the thick streams slid down my throat with each swallow.
It was the first time he’d reacted so wildly to anything stimulating his prostate, and combined with being taken and then a blow job ending in an orgasm, I saw the emotional release coming before it happened. His shaking wouldn’t stop even after he’d finished coming.
After cleaning him up with my tongue, I crawled over him and landed next to him on the mattress. He was quick to fly into my embrace, and I held him to me.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he sniffled, catching his breath. “It felt so good. I don’t know why I’m… Fuck.”
“You’re just overwhelmed, love. It’s perfectly normal.” I managed to get us under the duvet before I squeezed him to me again. “There we go. I’m not letting you go, I promise.”
He nodded and snaked his arm around my middle. “Ever,” he croaked.
“Ever,” I murmured.
He had to see that we belonged together.
Twelve
“Daddy, look!”
“Oh my. That’s not a small sundae.”
“No, it’s a big,” she replied frankly.
I grinned and dipped down to kiss the top of her head. She was all cuddled up in her towel, sharing a double lounger with Cathryn. Unlike Peyton and I, who had worked all day, the girls had alternated between going to the beach and being at the pool. Now they were resting up under an umbrella.
“You wanna go in with us, darling?” I asked, draping my towel over the lounger next to theirs. It was also a double, so I nodded for Peyton to place his towel there too.
“Can’t. I’m busy.” Julia scooped up some ice cream. “Cathryn finds funny videos on de iPad.”
Cathryn handed over the tablet, presumably having found something new on YouTube for her. “Here you go, honey. There are a few videos cued up.”
I smiled at my girl. It would do her well to head home soon, but no one could say she hadn’t been enjoying herself this month.
Peyton rounded our lounger and squatted down to whisper something in Julia’s ear.
She cocked her head. “Really?”
He nodded.
She grinned goofily. “Me too.”
What had he said to her?
Peyton looked like he’d won the lottery as he rose and aimed for the pool. He tightened the drawstrings on his trunks, then dove into the deep end.
I followed.
After six meetings with everyone from the manager, front office manager, staff, and a local advertising firm, I was beyond ready to wash this day away. Wearing a suit in eighty-five-degree heat truly did suck.
The water cleared my head in an instant, and I resurfaced a few feet away from Peyton.
Most of the guests around us were getting ready for dinner, so we shared the pool with only one other couple.
Now there was a good word. Peyton and I weren’t a couple yet, with emphasis on yet.
Considering how we’d woken up together this morning, there was no other alternative. We’d gotten five minutes of cuddling and a wonderful, lazy make-out session before work called, and it’d sealed the deal for me. I was making my intentions clear tonight after dinner.