Page 47 of Milked

My hands still held his face, his blown-black, hazel eyes staring at me, his lips parted, panting on me. Fuck, he was gorgeous when he was about to reach his climax. Father was beautiful, too, with that moment of complete vulnerability.

“You’re both stunning together,” Father breathed, sitting back and enjoying the show as he languidly pumped his cock with his fist, the vibrator lying next to him. “Ryder, push yourself up and fuck Finn hard and fast. Finn, stroke yourself. I want to see both of you coming.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“T-thank you, sir.”

Ryder sat up on his hands, still looking at me, before turning his face into my hand and kissing my palm. It was such a small thing, so I didn’t know why that little gesture made me want to melt. It was strangely intimate.

I dropped my hand and fisted my still-lubed dick, stroking fast and hard, pulling out my orgasm, which wouldn’t be long as Ryder pounded into me.

His sweat dripped from his chin and landed on my face, cooling my heated skin.

“Jesus… if you could only see each other fucking,” Father said, his voice breathless.

Ryder’s eyes rolled into his head again as he paused in his pumping, and then came the hot spurts of cum, filling me, and marking me as his. Finally.

His cock grazed my prostate, and I quickly followed him, moving my hand, twisting it, and grazing the head with my thumb. I shot my load onto my stomach and chest as Ryder watched, blissed out in a sexual high. Then he fell on top of me, his heartbeat thrumming into me, his sweaty face resting in the crook of my shoulder and neck. But there was no time to relax. Father needed attending.

“Come on, Rye-baby. We need to make Daddy come.”

He nodded into my neck, sat up, and then helped me up.

Father was already standing and stroking, waiting for his turn.

I crawled over to him and sat on my knees, and Ryder copied me, both of us still covered in my cum. His cum leaked out of my ass and tickled me, which made me shiver.

“What would you like us to do, Daddy? Tell us, please.”

“Finn, on my left, please. Ryder on my right. I want your mouths on my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, sir.”

When we were on our knees on either side of Father, he fisted our hair. I pressed my mouth to his cock as Ryder watched me, following everything I was doing.

“Fuck me. You boys on your knees, worshiping my cock, is perfection. This won’t take me long.”

Ryder and I had a firm hold of Father’s dick as he pulled back and thrust, slowly picking up steam. Our mouths slid over his length, touching each other’s lips. I used my tongue for added stimulation, especially when we reached the head. I hoped Ryder did the same.

Father moved faster and faster, gripping our hair tighter. His breathing came on faster as he used our mouths. It was a first for us, never having a third person to blow him, and I love the double blow job.

He suddenly pulled away and thrust his cock into my mouth. I took him as far back as I could until I gagged around him. Father groaned and pumped for a bit longer before it was Ryder’s turn.

Seeing his mouth stretched around Father’s cock was a beautiful sight, his hazel eyes watering, and the slurping and gagging sounds coming from him were music.

There was no sense of jealousy in me. I loved watching them together as much as Father loved watching Ryder and me.

Soon, we were back at sucking Father’s length together. He was close as his cock swelled and burned on my tongue.

“Ryder, you take my load, then you share it with Finn.”

With a few more thrusts, Father pulled back. “Now, Sweet Boy.”

Ryder sat back on his heels, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue. Father pumped and pumped his fist, growling, before he came on Ryder’s tongue and face.

“Fuck, yes… Look at my cum painted on you. Perfect.”

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