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 Dylan’s ass cheeks clenched in anticipation, Ford whispered, “Relax.”
Without lifting his head from Erin’s pussy, Ford saw the man’s rib cage expand. Ford waited for him to release that deep breath, along with some of that tension, and pressed onward.
“Relax, boss,” he murmured. The man was so damn tight, Ford was having a difficult time entering.
He decided small movements would make it easier for both of them. It helped him work his way inside slowly, but steadily. He stopped about halfway, giving them both a break. Especially after the thought of not only fucking his boss and Erin’s ex, but fucking another Dom, almost finished him right then and there.
With Dylan clamped so tightly around him, Ford needed to distract him. He ordered Erin, “Pinch your own nipples.” He swatted Dylan’s ass. “Keep eating but watch her.”
Holy shit, did it turn him on every time he bossed Dylan around, especially since the man was a Dom himself. Ford did not expect that heady power trip.
For a few seconds, he watched Erin twisting her own nipples in the mirror above, then asked, “Is he paying attention?”
Erin glanced down to check. “Yes, Sir.”
She had no reason to use that honorific right now, but he let it go. “Is he still eating your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you think he’d look better with a few stripes decorating his ass?”
When Erin’s eyes flicked up to his, she hesitated a second. “No, Sir, not tonight. But I’d love to see that in the future.”
She wasn’t the only one. “Do you think he’d enjoy it?”
“Yes, Sir, I do, since you’re so good at it.”
“Thank you, darlin’. Now, I’m about to bury myself to the root. If he stops eating you, I want you to flick his ear hard with your fingernail until he begins again. He always needs to put you first over himself. That also means he must make you come before either of us do.” He again swatted Dylan’s ass. Of course, softer than he normally would. “Do you understand your assignment, boss?”
A muffled, “Yes,” came from between Erin’s thighs.
“Yes?”
“Sir,” was added, again reluctantly.
Ford turned his attention back to his pleasurable task and pulled Dylan’s ass cheeks farther apart. “My cock in your ass is such a breathtaking sight. I wish you could see it, boss.” He glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling, then asked Erin, “Can you see it clearly?”
“No, Sir.”
Damn, that was a shame. While he had hoped Dylan could watch himself getting fucked, Ford didn’t want to switch positions.
Next time they’d put that mirror to good use.
He slapped Dylan’s flank at the same time he jutted his hips forward, driving himself to the hilt. He paused again, but not for Dylan’s benefit this time.
Ford silently counted to ten, took a few deep breaths, grabbed the man’s hips to hold him in place and began to pump.
At first, he kept his thrusts short. Slowly, he lengthened them until he was driving all the way in and pulling almost all the way back out.
Dylan arched his back and tipped his ass upward. The moan against Erin’s pussy was most likely due to Ford dragging his cock over the man’s prostate every time he pushed deep and again when he slid out.
If it had just been the two of them, Ford would’ve closed his eyes and gotten lost in what was happening, but he couldn’t. He was in charge right now. He was also responsible for making sure Erin was getting what she needed from the man face-planted between her legs.
“Darlin’, are you good?”
Her eyelids barely lifted when she moaned, “Oh yes. So good, Sir.”
She kept tugging on her own nipples since he didn’t order her to stop. He was enjoying the show too much.
“Warn me when you’re about to come.”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.
“Are you close?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Whatever you need to get you there, tell him.”
She nodded.
“I want to hear it, darlin’.”
She dropped her gaze back to Dylan. “Fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit hard… Yes… like that…”
“Is that what you want?” Ford asked.
“Yes… Oh, yes… Sir…”
“Are you about to come?”
“Yessss,” hissed from her.
“Eyes on me when you do. I want to see how hard he makes you come.” They locked eyes over the man they currently shared. “Let go of your nipples, shove his face deep and ride it. Mess up that beard.”
She drove her fingers as best as she could into Dylan’s short, dark blonde hair and lifted her hips at the same time shoving his face down. With a loud cry, she bucked against him as she came.
After a few more hip twitches, she flopped back to the mattress with a satisfied sigh.
One side of his mouth pulled up due to the dramatic display. “Are you done?”
A huge smile spread across her very pleased face. “Yes, Sir.”
“Dylan, you can stop now.” He still needed to come up with a better pet name, one that wasn’t degrading. “Darlin’, use your mouth to clean up his.”