“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.

Camden coughed and spluttered.

“Every drop, boy,” August managed to get out.

My thighs strained too much after a while, and I had to pull out and catch my breath.

My brain went completely blank. I just needed to lie down for a minute. Christ. I was spent.

Chapter 11

Girl Named Tennessee