We Have Till Monday

“You don’t have to say anything,” Camden mumbled. “I got rude and demanding. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Good. I know you slip and get eager when you’re excited, but we don’t want Daddy to take out his belt, do we?”

Camden drew in a breath. “No, Sir. Never, Sir. I’m very sorry. I’ll be a good boy.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” August inched closer, and I opened my eyes just as he kissed Camden.

I couldn’t wait another minute, and I wouldn’t get a better chance than right now.

Shifting onto my side properly, I faked a big yawn and slipped an arm under Camden’s neck so I could trap him against my body. All the pent-up desire surged through my veins, and Camden whispered that he thought maybe I was waking up. Oh, he could count on it. He’d get what he’d asked for, and I wasn’t gonna stall. Before he could figure out just what was about to happen, I guided my cock between his ass cheeks, then gripped his hip tightly and pushed.

“Gah!” Camden gasped sharply and tried to flinch away from me.

I screwed my eyes shut and buried myself as deep as I could, and for several seconds while he squirmed and whimpered, I let the pleasure course through me. Fucking hell, he was tight. And small and soft and indecent.

“Daddy, he’s—he’s…” the boy panted.

I withdrew slowly and then drove in hard.

Camden cried out. “He’s f-fucking me, Daddy. We were gonna cuddle!”

We could cuddle later.

Fuck me, he felt good. I tuned out his feeble, breathless complaints and got lost in fucking him. I heard August reminding him that he’d taken me, so this was only fair, but Camden didn’t wanna hear it. If he was in a cuddle mood, he didn’t wanna have sex.

“Your body betrays you, little boy,” August told him. “You’re getting hard again already.”

“Anthony,” Camden pleaded. “Too big—oww!”

“No, this is what you get,” I said hoarsely. “You wanted to be a puppy? I’ll show the puppy how to get fucked like a dog.” I rolled on top of him and started fucking him into the mattress. “Your tight little ass feels too good around my cock for me to stop now. This is on you, baby boy.”

He let out a breathless wail of a moan, and I pulled him back onto all fours.

August was quick to take advantage. He crawled in front of his boy and stroked his cock. “Open wide, darlin’. Pinch my thigh if you want to safeword.”

“Too much, Daddy,” Camden choked out. “I can’t.”

“I wasn’t askin’.” August gripped Camden’s jaw and forced it to open up. “You did, however. Prancin’ around in your underwear, flirtin’, sayin’ you want to get rapefucked.”

I groaned and took the boy a little faster, a little deeper, and let go of everything. My body was in charge, my instincts controlled me, and it was fucking glorious. Camden became the little fucktoy I didn’t have to resist. He was mine to claim.

“Look at him,” I muttered, out of breath. I nodded how Camden was holding on to August’s thighs. He was being so careful not to place his fingers on his Daddy’s thighs, as if he was afraid something might be misinterpreted as a pinch.

“He makes an adorable, cock-hungry little whore sometimes,” August murmured.

I peered down at us, watching my cock sliding in and out of Camden’s asshole, stretching it to the fullest. Then I slipped a hand under him and wasn’t too surprised to find him hard between my fingers. He startled when I stroked him gently, and he choked on his Daddy’s big cock.

“You like this, don’t you, ragazzo?” I squeezed his balls in my hand. “You want Daddy and me to fucking lose it over you. You want us to need you so bad that we throw you down on the floor and rape you every chance we get.”

Camden tensed up and whimpered, and the next thing I knew, he was coming in my hand.

My God, he was perfect. All instincts, all carnal urges. So damn sexual and provocative.

His behavior pushed me toward my own orgasm, and I sped up some more as I rubbed his come all over his cock and balls.

“Filthy little animal,” I groaned.

“Did he come?” August grunted.

I nodded and lost the ability to speak. My climax crashed down around me, causing me to go rigid, and I stopped breathing. I throbbed inside his ass with each rope of come that shot out of my cock, and Camden clamping down on me only prolonged the pleasure.

When my strength vanished and I fell forward, August was there to capture my mouth in a hard kiss. He robbed me of the last of my air, and I couldn’t care less. I kissed him back hungrily and used Camden’s body to stay upright.

August shuddered violently and jerked against Camden, and his groan against my lips let me know he was coming too.