Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
CUTTER
I gaze down at the gaping hole tempting me to ruin it.
It's much too sweet to pass up, so without another thought, I hock a loogie into the dark abyss of my boyfriend's asshole.
I slide my three fingers in and out with the intent to open him up even more.
After all, my dick is so much bigger than just the three, but they do the job well enough.
I've known Dash Ledford most of my life; we've been best friends since childhood, and now, he's all mine in every way possible. The only thing that would make our lives perfect is having a woman who can accept us for the depraved men we are.
Dash squirms beneath me, and I slap his ass with my other hand. Jamming my three fingers up inside his cavity, I lean over him.
"Don't fucking move. You're going to take this from Daddy like a good little bitch, aren't you?"
"Fuck yes … please!" he begs, pushing back on my fingers.
I watch how the darkened star around his hole stretches with each pass, and I can feel the seepage from the tip of my cock rubbing against my jeans.
"Who gives you what you need, baby boy?" Thick, dark, and unhurried—every syllable is deliberate as I ask.
"You … do, Daddy."
"That's right…" I say as I open my pants with my free hand and release my throbbing erection. "Now get ready because Daddy's going to feed this ass exactly what it's begging for."
I press my slick tip against the entrance that's been begging for it, and I push in. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I seat myself all the way in. I grab Dash's hips and grind hard inside him, knowing that I'm in really deep and it's got to be uncomfortable for him.
"Do you feel that, baby boy? That's just Daddy's cock. Wait until I decide to fuck you with my fist. It will happen soon," I tell him as I pull out and slam back into him.
"Ugh! Yes… Cutter! Just like that…" Dash moans.
I grip his hair, yanking his head back. "Who the fuck am I when I'm deep in your ass?"
"Oh, God… you're Daddy."
"That's right, and don't ever forget it!" My teeth clench as I begin pounding into him, ruining the hole that I love so much.
By the time I'm done with him this time, he won't be able to sit down the rest of the day. Reaching between us, I slip a finger and then another one in beside my cock, stretching him further.
He takes it like always.
"That's right, my little whore, let me ruin this ass again…"
"When are you two going to find some nice girls to settle down with?" My mother's incessant reminder that I must produce an heir is never-ending.
Dash's parents are the same way. They want us to marry and have heirs before handing over the two companies to their sons. If they weren't best friends themselves, it may not have been this way, but that's not the case.
Like me, Dash is an only child, which is why we bonded so well together. A little too well, some may say—if they knew of our true relationship. At the age of thirty-three and Dash at thirty-two, we're both well past the age our other friends were when they married.
Unlike those guys, we haven't had any need for marriage, not with keeping each other sated all these years. We knew we couldn't hold off forever, but we wanted to wait as long as possible. It seems like our reprieve may be almost up.
"Mother … don't start in with that already. We just got here," I say lovingly as I kiss her forehead.
I flinch when I remember how my lips had been wrapped around Dash's cock not even five minutes ago on the ride over here. Oh well, it's not like she'll ever know.
I watch as my father shakes Dash's hand in greeting. The same hand that stroked my cock while I sucked on his. The smirk on my best friend's face when our eyes meet knowingly sends my member stirring once more.
"You can't blame me for wanting grandbabies to spoil, Cutter. I'm not getting any younger, you know," my mother says on a sigh.
"Listen to your mother, son," my father's strong baritone voice says as he comes to stand beside me. "I have just the woman for you. She's in the IT department at our company, and she isn't all that bad to look at."
My mother slaps his chest in warning, and I grin.
"What?" My father feigns being hurt as he grabs his chest. "All I'm saying is that our son will find her rather pleasant to look at. Of course, she doesn't hold a candle to you, dear."
"Kiss ass," I say through the side of my mouth, earning me a slap on the back of my head from my father.
"I'm serious, Cutter. You have a date with Jeanette tomorrow night at seven," my father states. "I've already made the reservation at Calamari's."
A snicker comes from across the room, and I glare at Dash as he tries hiding his grin. I grab an apple from the bowl on the counter and throw it at him.
"I wouldn't laugh too hard, Dash." My father's smirk says it before his mouth does. "I do believe your parents have set you up as well. You may want to ask them when they get here."
Dash's face drops, his expression now filled with concern when he glances my way. I just shrug. There's nothing we can do about it. Will going out on this date stop me from coming home and dipping my stick in my baby boy's fuck hole? Hell no.
"How about we stop talking about marrying us off for now and just enjoy our company while you have it?" I wrap my arms around my mother from the back and plant a kiss on her soft, weathering cheek.
The doorbell rings, and a moment later, the Ledfords walk in smiling. They haven't seen Dash in months—he's always ditching them every chance he gets.
The evening went just as I knew it would, with Dash and me scheduled for a double date tomorrow night, and promises that we will put forth our best efforts. We were able to get out of there at a decent time, and now we're on our way to a club we frequent.
It's still early, just enough time for us to have a few drinks and make it home to power fuck before we call it a night. Dash's stink hole is calling out to me, and I'm all too happy to deliver.