Page 83 of Milked

I joined my other hand in his hair and fisted it with both hands, pumping in his mouth, but careful not to choke him. I thrummed with electricity, and soon exploded, crying out as he swallowed all I could give him, sucking me dry, milking me until I had nothing left.

“Do not let go of our boy’s cock, Ryder. Keep it warm in your mouth until I’m finished.”

He grunted in acknowledgment around me again as Father pumped faster and harder. His neck corded with effort, and his lips were drawn tight as he grew close to coming.

“You’re so sexy, Daddy,” I breathed.

That was all it took before he threw his head back and spilled inside of our Ryder. But Father didn’t linger. He quickly pulled out and shoved the plug he was still holding back inside Ryder.

“Hold my cum, would you, Sweet Boy?”

Ryder dropped my flaccid dick from his mouth and whimpered, “Oh, god… Yes, please, sir.”

I pulled up my underwear and pants as Father did for Ryder before pulling up his own.

“Short, sweet, and sexy as fuck,” he said.

I burst out laughing at Ryder’s face, full of swollen, red lips, glassy eyes, and a stupid and sexy as fuck smile on his face.

“Look, Daddy. Ryder is on a sex high. We wrecked him.”

He gently grabbed Ryder’s face and chuckled. “Gorgeous.” Father quickly kissed him before leaning forward and kissing me.

“We should get back before Ryder’s parents catch us and kick us off their property.”

“Good plan,” I said.

Ryder just nodded, still looking dazed.

Country music, country wear, and country bars… I wasn’t a fan. Give me nightclub music and fashionable clothes any day. Ryder had dressed me up in his finest flannel plaid shirt he had kept at his parents’ house, and I hated the material, but it made him happy, or at least had him laughing at me at my expense.

We all sat on wooden stools around the tall, circular table, drinking a pitcher of cheap beer. Well, I wasn’t. I was sucking on one of my lollipops. I wasn’t about to drink down that watery slop.

I sighed at myself, feeling like a snob.

Ryder just smirked and shook his head before he leaned in. “You look adorable in plaid.”

“I look like I should be in aJCPenneycatalog when I belong in a Dolce & Gabbana ad.”

He tossed his head back and laughed. “Brat.”

I looked at Father, who was sipping the beer out of politeness, and winced with each sip.

“How come Father doesn’t have to wear these… clothes?”

“I don’t have anything that fits him.”

“Oh, I see. Sure, punish the cute one.”

He smirked again. “Big baby. But an adorable one.”

After he had chugged back his beer, he stood and waved across the dance floor with a huge smile on his face. I tracked his line of sight to see another cowboy-looking guy headed our way. He was as big as Father, but the closer he got, the more I saw how gorgeous he was, with his tousled light brown hair and the confident way he strode over to us as if time didn’t exist.

He reached our table and hugged Ryder, which instantly had me tense. I didn’t like other men touching him. Not one fucking bit. Especially men who were as attractive as Waylon, the man Ryder had crushed on for a decade.

“Way, this is Finn and Knox, the men I told you about.Mymen. Everyone, this is Waylon, my best friend.”

While I wanted to preen with his ownership of us, the jealousy just grew, seeing those stunning light blue eyes and that dimple in his chin. His crooked smile was confident and assured.

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