Doll Parts (The Game 4)

“It’s perfect.” When the worst of the pain faded, I leaned sideways to pull up my legs for better support. Then I could help out; I could move with him and ride his cock properly. “Oh my God—so good. We can do so much now, Daddy.”

“Tell me,” he commanded quietly. “I wanna hear everything.”

Christ, I had so many filthy fantasies, I didn’t know where to begin. “Public groping and fucking, primal play—rapefuck me in the forest, come to my room at night and touch me, hold a hand over my mouth if I protest—”

“Jesus,” he breathed. “You deranged little puppy.”

I grinned, out of breath, and looked at him over my shoulder. “You have no idea.”

He leaned forward and captured my mouth in a hungry kiss. No messing around this time with barely there touches. He took charge and owned me. I tasted his tongue on my own and—

“Gah!” The pain! When he wrapped his fingers around my abused cock.

“You will hurt for Daddy, freckles,” he whispered in my ear. I felt his teeth graze my neck, drawing a violent shiver from me. “Do you think you can get hard?”

“Maybe,” I whimpered. I wasn’t sure. Urethral fucking took its toll. The desire was mind-blowing but strictly mental right now. I wanted everything at once. I wanted all my fantasies to come true right this second—but I wasn’t sure my cock agreed. “I don’t know, Daddy.”

“It’s okay. I’m greedy.” He started rocking me faster on his cock, and I just knew the backs of my thighs were gonna be red tomorrow from gliding along the hairs of his own thighs. But every mark counted. I wanted all of them. “I’m gonna learn everything there is to know about your perfect little body.”

The pain faded again, giving way to pleasure, and I got lost in us. I rode his thick, long cock at the same pace as he pushed and pulled. The heat of the late summer did its thing too. We turned into a sweaty mess of moving limbs, the air heavy with liquid sex.

I didn’t even know I’d closed my eyes until I heard the door creak.

It was Greer. “My bad, we can talk anoth—”

“Wait,” I groaned. “Daddy, I wanna thank him.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. Get over here, buddy. Fuck.”

Greer lifted his brows and smirked faintly, and he didn’t exactly hesitate to join us. “That was an incredible scene, pet.”

I nodded and reached for him, having no desire to chitchat. I wanted cock, and I wanted it now. I bunched up his kilt as he touched my cheek, and I released his half-hard cock from his boxer briefs. Wasting no time, feeling my mouth water, I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth.

Greer tensed up and hauled in a sharp breath, before his fingers slipped into my hair. “You don’t fuck around, do you?”

“He’s an animal,” Daddy murmured. “He’s always preferred to follow his body’s urges.”

“Beautiful.” Greer’s voice deepened the more I sucked him, and I made sure to do the best job I could do. He deserved it. And Daddy deserved to know I was ready to please his friends if he wanted me to.

“Let us hear the baby beast choke.” Daddy pushed me forward, effectively forcing Greer’s cock down my throat, and they got what they wanted. I gagged over and over, and sometimes I couldn’t fucking believe myself. This was getting me hard—which fucking hurt!

Greer let out a breathy laugh. “It’s gonna be embarrassingly quick. I’ve gotten to stuff three cute cocks today.”

My lungs burned, my throat burned, my ass burned, my cock burned.

I was losing my grip on reality fast.

Daddy started fucking me harder and faster, and his labored breaths hit my neck and turned me on a mad amount. He couldn’t wait. He had to get off in his little boy right now.

Tears trickled down my cheeks. I drew ragged gasps every chance they gave me. Saliva ran down my chin; Greer began groaning and fucking my mouth quickly, hitting the roof of my mouth, then the back of my throat.

Despite knowing that the throbbing pain was going to be brutal, I blindly reached for Daddy’s hand and put it back on my cock. I couldn’t help it. I was hard again and so damn horny. I deserved to come again. Please, please, please. I needed it.

That really kick-started the waterworks. I became weepy from the mindfuck. Too much pleasure, too much pain. Not enough, not enough. Give me more. My fucking hell, I was screwed.

A minute or so later, Greer emptied his balls in my mouth with a long moan, and I swallowed repeatedly.

Everything became blurry after that. I knew there was a calm, peaceful second in the storm when Greer murmured something sweet to me and kissed me on the forehead. Then he leaned over me, exchanged a hard, heated kiss with Daddy, and called him a lucky bastard before he left us alone.