Page 28 of Unwrapping Chase

Tam popped off my cock and smiled sweetly. “Do you want to fuck my face too?”

“If you're offering,” the man replied without missing a beat.

“I am.”

Tam immediately sucked me down to the root, and I cried, fingers burying in their hair and jostling the antlers they wore. The bells rang with the movement. Their mouth was so warm and inviting, and Tam kept tight suction around my shaft while bobbing up and down, flicking their tongue over my glans. Each movement was followed by the bells jingling.

One of their tentacles slithered up my legs and coiled around my balls, tugging on them. The sharp sting made me groan. With my hand fisted in their hair, I rutted forward and fucked them hard, not holding back.

Tam released the lewdest moan, sending vibrations up my shaft and triggering my whine of pleasure.

Another hand joined mine in the mess of Tam’s pink hair. The older man with the salt and pepper hair yanked Tam off my cock and forced them toward his.

“Condom,” Tam croaked, and the older man nodded. Tam pulled one out of the pocket in their sweater and rolled it onto the stranger’s thick cock.

The second the condom was on, he shoved Tam onto his cock, and they moaned, throat bobbing as they swallowed. He caught the back of my head in a gentle grasp and pulled me in for a kiss. I met him with joy, opening for him. His tongue slid around mine as our fingers interlaced on Tam’s head. He was controlling, dominating, and plundering my mouth with no hesitation.

One of Tam’s tentacles worked my cock as the stranger fucked their throat with abandon. Suddenly, the man yanked Tam off and said, “Don’t forget about the boy.”

“Never,” Tam replied, voice rough, and they immediately swallowed my cock.

I screamed.

The older man said, “Now, boy, fuck this one’s face nice and hard.”

I nodded.

My hips snapped forward to obey the stranger and Tam’s order, and Tam groaned around my cock, sending more vibrations up the shaft. I slammed into their mouth, my balls hitting their chin, and Tam swallowed around my crown, making me see stars and release a loud shriek.

“Good boy,” the stranger muttered, trailing kisses over my face. “You are fucking this one so nice and hard.”

I whimpered. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling this good, so I reached over to grab the stranger’s dick and met one of Tam’s tentacles. I rubbed their tentacle for a moment before we worked in tandem to jerk the stranger.

“Such good sluts,” he groaned, stroking the backs of our heads. “Making me feel so good.”

I pressed my lips to his, and he met me in a fierce kiss; I surrendered to him, letting him do whatever he desired. I didn’t have to make any choices beyond pleasing Tam or this stranger. No burdens. No fears. No questions about tomorrow. All I had was right now, and right now, I felt so good.

The stranger controlled the blow job with ease, forcing Tam to either take me or him, and whenever Tam was sucking my dick, I would stroke his cock along with one of Tam’s tentacles.

He seldom released my mouth from his brutal kiss, except to tell us how good we were doing or what sluts we were. My cock was so hard, and my muscles were tight and shaking as sweat coated my temples and more slid down my back. I needed to come so badly, but I needed permission. Daddy hadn’t told me Icouldn’t come without it, but… I didn’t want to be bad. I wanted to be Daddy and Tam’s good boy.

“Please,” I cried, pulling away from the stranger.

“What?” he asked, stroking the back of my head.

“He’s asking for permission like a good boy, he is,” a voice answered from the doorway.

“Daddy,” I said, tensing.

Tam grabbed my ass and yanked me closer because I’d stopped fucking their throat.

“Don’t stop now,” Nyx ordered with a smile, and that was enough for me.

I pounded into Tam’s hot, waiting mouth and kissed the stranger again. I wanted to come so bad it hurt at this point, but I wanted to show Daddy how good I could be. How I would obey him. Maybe he would want to keep me if I did good enough?

The man pulled away, panting. He licked my ear, then growled, “Ask your Daddy for permission.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. “Daddy, can I come?”