บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's Dirty Pet ( Erotica collection): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

TYLER'S POV The door slammed shut behind me. And I instantly came face-to-face with Derek.He was smirking. “I told you 4pm, didn't I?”My eyes were blown wide. And his proximity? It was beginning to do things to me. Things I wouldn't name. “I knowㅡ”“Shut up,” he growled. And he was swiftly smashing his lips against mine.My body relaxed against his. He pressed me hard against the wall. His tongue began to lash out against mine in defiance. There was nothing soft about Derek or the peculiar way he always handled me. And I liked it like that. He just took everything and anything tha. I offered or didn't even offer. His hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, threading in my hair. Anywhere he could reach.“Come here.” His arms were instantly being wrapped under my hips in order to hoist my thighs up to wrap securely around his waist.Oh fuck."There you go," he cooed.His palms squeezed my ass. A soft whimper escaped my lips then. But I just wrapped my hands around his neck."Sh

DEREK'S POVI, in fact, couldn't stay away.It has been three fucking days.A rhythmic sound soothed my ears. It was the patter of the falling rain against the windows. That sound echoed through my house. The weather was wonderful for a nap. And that was why my wife, Lisa was upstairs sleeping. But me? I couldn't close my eyes at all now. I was just here staring out of the window with my body of fire. My breathing was obviously ragged.My eyes remained fixed on Tyler's house across the street.He had come out a few minutes ago. He looked good in a long blue rain coat. Then I realised where he was heading. Tyler was going to the backyard of the house. He was coming to me. My heart rate skyrocketed.I almost began to panic. Should I… No. It was too risky. My dick pulsated in my pants. Fuck it.Before I knew it, I was stumbling out of the house. My mind was uncaring of the heavy drops of rain that ended up drenching me. So much for the weather for a nap. At least it was also a good one

THEO'S POVI didn't mean to break down in the shower when I got in there. I didn't even mean to break down here at all. The water was hot against my skin. And it was so hot that it was almost painful.But I couldn't even bring myself to reach out and turn the damn thing off. This was mostly because I needed to feel something other than the hollow ache in my chest. And I also needed to scrub the shame of breaking down in front of Lucian away from my skin no matter what it cost. Lest I forget, also the shame of letting him hold me in the way that he did. And also the way my skin still burned inappropriately where the touch of his fingers lingered.I pressed my head against the cold tile with a deep sigh and just let the extremely hot water run down my back.The liquid cascaded over my whole body with a sting like this was a cleansing ritual. And my eyes squeezed shut. Still I tried to make myself come to my senses.I was safe. I was fine now. But that didn't explain the way I had f

THEO'S POVThe tears that were now streaming down my cheeks were blocking my vision without an iota of mercy. But he still thrust forward, shoving his hard length deeper into my throat. I gagged again—a not so pretty sound around his entire length.But the sound seemed to make his cock swell even more inside of my throat. My eyes watered from the gesture. And even my nose was now being pressed hard against his pelvis. A little bit more and I wouldn't be able to breathe.Shit.Lucian held me there firmly. He let me choke and struggle with his cock for a few seconds more. And soonhe finally pulled back with a wet pop.That was enough for me to start to gasp and cough hard once again.The hot water was still running. The spray was drenching us rather quickly. And my vision only blurred more when I tried to blink away the water.“You've got such a pretty mouth, Theo,” he said while shaking his cock before me.His thumb came up and began to gently brush the corner of my lips."Open,"

LUCIAN'S POVHis scent was still clinging desperately to my skin even after I had left him. It was that faint but loveable scent of jasmine and orange.I wasn't complaining. I liked it.My smile was huge when I poured myself a cup of coffee—black, the way I liked it. Then I sat in my chair and leaned back in order to sip it slowly while I listened to the sound of his footsteps coming from the bedroom.He had gone back to his. And from the sound of his movements, I could comfortably deduce that he was getting dressed. I hadn't told him what to wear. But when he came out, I could see that he had picked the right combination—loose grey sweatpants, a thin t-shirt, and most surely, no underwear. I could tell that by the way the fabric of his pants fitted snuggly against his groin area when he walked in, towards me.Perfect.He came into the kitchen looking like he was walking to his death. He had his eyes down and his hands shoved into his pockets. The plug still inside him made his wal