Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
At the same time, it made sense. Many of us lived our lives online on various social media platforms where we had to sum up who we were in as few characters as possible. Speed dating had become the norm; you swiped based on appearance and keywords. And so, labeling ourselves as correctly as we could had become important—otherwise, we got lost in the shuffle.
I was so glad I wasn’t dating anymore. I wouldn’t have the energy or confidence to walk through that jungle.
“There we go.” The screen came to life with the view that my phone was picking up from the foot of the bed. “You ready to take advantage of your little boy?”
“I am.” He wasn’t subtle in the way he watched me when I walked over to the tripod to press record. “How f-far will you let me go?”
Good question.
I returned to his side and peered up at him. “Well, I trust my Daddy. He respects our safewords—and knows that stop isn’t one of them. He also knows that his boy loves it filthy and rough, so chances are Daddy can get away with a whole lot.”
He clenched his jaw and tested the waters by placing a hand on my hip. “Maybe you should take off your clothes so we can see each other properly.”
“Okay.” I smiled.
While I hauled my T-shirt over my head, he sat down on the edge of the bed and watched me.
“Jeans too?”
“Jeans too.” He nodded. Then he lied. “I, uh, I spoke to your Master. He’s okay with me spending time with you like this.”
That was slick. He’d just handed Lee a valid excuse on a platter to punish Franklin for lying outright. On camera, no less.
“Are you sure?” I unbuttoned my jeans right in front of him.
“Very sure. Let me help you.” He reached out and took over, pushing my jeans down past my hips, my thighs, then let them fall. He took a breath. His stare never left my cock. “No underwear?”
“Overrated.”
He nodded. And he ghosted his hands up my thighs as he parted his legs. “Come closer, please,” he whispered. “My God, you’re flawless. So soft and smooth.”
I stepped out of my jeans altogether and had a better idea. The bed was a little too high for him to do anything in that position. So I cupped his face in my hands and dipped down till our noses touched.
His eyelids fluttered closed.
“Take off your underwear, Daddy.” I brushed my lips to his. “I wanna see you too.”
“Of course. Anything you want, sweet boy.”
He hurried out of them, and then I climbed onto his lap and kissed him hungrily. He let out a moan of surprise, almost like a gasp, and immediately grabbed at my ass cheeks.
I parted my lips and swept my tongue into his mouth as a rush of desire pummeled through me, and I locked my arms around his neck. The kiss went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds, and it felt so fucking right. I couldn’t explain it, only that it was like sealing the deal that pushed us into a future of depraved passion between Master, Franklin, and me. All the games we could play, all the fantasies we could live out.
I got off on how greedily he touched me. His years of suppressing his nature came out in intense bursts he had no control over.
Pushing him back against the mattress, I kissed him deeper and harder, and I teased him on purpose. I arched my back and rolled my hips over his hard cock until the head of him was pushed between my cheeks.
“Daddy needs so much more,” he groaned. “Please, baby boy. Make Daddy happy. I beg you.”
I nipped at his bottom lip. “You want to play with your little boy’s special places?”
His heavy breaths made a swift return, and he nodded quickly.
I sat back on his cock, making sure it pressed right against my opening.
He moaned so damn loudly and desperately that I couldn’t help myself. He was going to be a fantastic toy to play with.
“Lie down in the middle of the bed,” I instructed, easing off him. Then I grabbed the lube, the oil, and the rubbers. “Lube and condoms for fucking only—the coconut oil for fingers and mouth. Got it?”
“Okay.” He nodded.
I got comfortable next to him, and he didn’t waste a second. He shifted half on top of me and kissed me deeply. His hand was wandering right after, going straight to my cock.
“You’re gonna apologize for everything you do,” I told him. “I won’t let you forget for a second what a sick, dirty Daddy you are.”
“So sick.” He kissed me again, and he ran his fingers over my balls. “Perfect little boy. And you smell so goddamn amazing. I can’t help myself.”
“Shit,” I exhaled. Fuck, that felt good. I closed my eyes and dug my head back into the pillow as he got me hard and ready.