Breathing heavily, Papa leaned over me, his long hair falling over his shoulders and brushing against my sweat soaked skin.
“Who do you belong to?” Papa’s voice was a growl, and he looked almost feral as he pulled my legs around his waist. His cock lined up with my dripping hole, waiting for my consent and my answer.
“To you and Daddy. I’m your boy.” I wailed as Papa pushed inside of me in a savage thrust. His strokes were powerful and consuming, as if he was trying to own me from the inside out.I was beyond exhausted, but I didn’t want Papa to stop. I no longer had control of my limbs. My legs kept slipping from Papa’s waist until Daddy grabbed my ankles and held my legs back, giving Papa more room to thrust deeper, forcing Daddy’s come deeper inside of me. Papa gripped my cock in his hand and started to stroke me in time with his thrusts.
“Come for us, baby boy. Show us how much you love our cocks,” Papa hissed as he slowed his hips, dragging his cock torturously slowly in and out of me.
I started to chant in time with Papa’s strokes how much I loved their cocks inside me, how I never wanted it to end. Satisfied, Papa hauled me up with him as he knelt up, his arms coming around my waist to lift me up and down roughly on his cock. Daddy came up behind me, his fingers reaching down to trace where Papa and I were joined. I shivered as his finger pushed gently at my rim until it slid in between Papa’s cock and the wall of my ass. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. All I could do was moan their names.
Daddy’s other hand wrapped around my cock while his lips started to set searing kisses along my neck and back. “Come for us sweet boy, just like Papa asked,” Daddy whispered, and I was swept along by his words and the feel of them inside me—Papa’s cock and Daddy’s finger, leaving no space free from them. I was totally owned and theirs.
I cried out when my orgasm hit me, and as Papa started to come inside me my limbs became wet noodles, and I could do nothing but cry out for them to hold me.
I faded in and out, aware of warm hands and soft kisses and being tucked between my two men. Every inch of my body felt wrung out and amazing. I wanted to kiss my Daddies and thank them, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Oh dear. Did we break him?” I heard Daddy ask Papa softly. I snort giggled a tired laugh, reaching out for both of them, only happy when both of their arms wrapped around me.
“Not broken, but a little fucked out,” Was Papa’s typical blunt response. I had to agree with him. I was going to have some aches tomorrow, but they would be the perfect reminder of an amazing night.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ROMAN
“Babe, come grab our boy. He’s wiggling around like a slippery eel and I can’t wash my hair,” Marco yelled out.
I knew the morning shower was going to be fun and games. We’d expected Sebastian to wake up tired and a little sore. What we hadn’t factored in was him waking full of energy, horny, and in Little space.
Walking into our bathroom, I had to stifle a laugh. Sebastian was plastered to Marco’s front, sucking hickies into Marco’s skin.
“Babe, if you don’t grab him I’m going to fuck him so hard he’s going to be bedridden for the rest of the day,” Marco pleaded.
I grabbed a towel and helped detach our slippery boy from Marco. I could understand his hesitance to take our boy again. Last night had been his first time, and he’d had us both fuck him hard, but he really didn’t seem any the worse for it.
“Daddy,” Sebastian whined, wiggling his sexy body against me as I tried to dry him off.
“What, baby?” I wrapped one of our thick bath sheets around him until only his head poked out.
“Why won’t Papa fuck me again?” Oh, the pout Sebastian gave was adorable.
“Well, because last night was the first time your little bottom was fucked, and Papa doesn’t want to hurt you,” I explained, grabbing another towel to dry Sebastian’s curls.
“But it feels so good when you do,” he reasoned, trying to turn the charm offensive on me.
I slid a hand under his towel and found his cute arse, tracing a finger along his crack. I continued down until I could slide my finger inside of him. He clamped down on my hand, and I had to control my own urges to finger fuck him until he cried. I was trying to prove a point to our naughty Little—that he would be too sore. But Sebastian moaned in my arms, trying to rock down on my finger.
I was at war with my protective nature, but the way Seb kept whining and rocking back made my mind up.
I slid my finger out and slapped his bottom. “Hold onto the counter and bend over.” Our cheeky little boy was going to possibly learn a lesson and get a rough morning fuck from his Papa, but I was going to make sure he was at least ready for when Marco pounded his arse.
I pulled the towel off Sebastian and grabbed the lube from the cabinet beneath the sink. I slicked my fingers up and slid them inside Seb without much warning. Our boy made a beautiful, needy moan.
“Marco, your little boy is being a needy slut.” Seb shivered under my touch, moaning softly. We’d checked off name calling but only in certain situations, and this was one of those situations. “Get your arse out of the shower and be ready to fuck our boy.”
Sebastian’s pretty cock was already rock hard but I wasn’t sure if Marco was going to be in the mood to let our boy come or not. We’d find out soon enough. The shower door was flungopen and Marco walked out, dripping wet and sexy as ever. I continued to finger our boy as Marco stalked closer. I had a feeling Seb wouldn’t be the only one getting fucked this morning.
“Hold him open, love, this is going to be fast and rough,” Marco growled. I checked in the bathroom mirror to see Seb’s face blissed out as Marco forced himself inside.
The bathroom soon filled with Sebastian’s cries and Marco’s grunts. As promised, it didn’t take Marco long before he was filling our boy.
