Page 25 of Kylan

I lifted Kylan’s chin, drawing him up to meet my eyes. “I want to taste my husband,” I said before crashing my mouth to his. He took my tongue eagerly, his hands on my chest while Marek slow-fucked his used hole.

I reached down to Kylan’s cock and began to stroke him. He cried out into my mouth, his little body jerking between us. He was leaking precome, his shaft was slick in my fist.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” I said. I moved closer, pressing him between us the way he loved. Marek was still slow fucking him. “Keep going, baby. He’s close.”

So Marek fucked him harder, and a few thrusts later, Kylan’s whole body went rigid, and he cried out as he came.

His semen splashed over me, hot and welcome. He shuddered and whined, clinging to me, and twitching as his orgasm subsided. Then he sagged between us, exhausted and spent.

Marek slipped out of him and I collected Kylan into my arms. “Oh, princess,” I soothed. “You did such a good job.”

Though Marek’s cock was still half-hard. “Got more come for him?” I slid my hand down to Kylan’s arse, giving him a wiggle. “He’ll take it.”

Marek groaned but shook his head. “I could fuck himall day. If I don’t stop now, I will do just that. Maybe we should save it for tonight?”

I looked down at the boy in my arms, his sleepy, smiling face against my chest. “Will you want more tonight, boy?”

I wasn’t sure if him staying last night affected our schedule, but hell yes, I wanted him again tonight. Honestly, every night still wouldn’t be enough.

“Oh yes please, daddy,” he murmured. “All night. Both of you, all night long.”

Oh this perfect boy.

He had come into our lives no more than a whim of sexual fantasy to be shared between Marek and myself. A bit of fun, one night of incredible sex.

And now he was a regular feature in our bed. A permanent feature, two nights a week.

Three nights this week. Four, even.

And it still wasn’t enough.

Marek and I were in total agreement. Kylan held a place in our hearts.

I gave him a squeeze and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Anything you want, princess.”

Marek kissed my lips, then Kylan’s head. “Anything at all.”

FIVE

KYLAN

“Well, you look happier today,”Fitch said, sitting up as I came in. He was watching the TV, but he turned it off when he saw me. “Good night, I take it?”

I fell onto the sofa beside him, acknowledging the ache in my arse as a sweet reminder. “Good night, good morning.”

He laughed and nudged me. “You gotta give me something more than that, my guy. You know how I love me some filthy details.”

I snorted. “Because you’re a whore.”

He grinned. “The whoriest whore in all the lands. What did they do to you? Take turns again or a little dabble in the double...”

I cleared my throat. “I’m not at liberty to say, but that spit-roast on the menu before breakfast was delicious.”

He cracked up laughing giving me a hug. “You lucky fucker. So tell me, who’s your favourite?”

I looked at him, horrified. How could I ever choose? “Favourite?”

“Yeah. You gotta like one over the other, right? Even just a smidge.”

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