Page 86 of My Daddies Are Mobsters

"Gotta tight little hole," Lazaro whispers, leaning down and kissing Jericho’s neck. "Oh yeah—Daddy like. Daddy like very much."

Stroking my meaty uncut shaft, I crawl to Jericho’s face and poke it in front of his lips. "Look at this, boy."

Jericho ticks his head up—and his eyes cross when he lays eyes on my dick. "It’s so big."

I smear my crown on his lips. "This is what you deserve. A big cock in your mouth and one in your hole."

"And one in your ear," Marcello rasps, sticking his dick right where it belongs.

Jericho whines from the sudden intrusion, his head jolting to the left. He’s clearly never had a dick in his ear before—that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with it, no shame in it at all.

Jericho welcomes my dick into his throat. I ram my shit in hard, deep, and fast, filling the gesture with tenderness and love.

He screams as spit trickles out of his lips, pooling on the mattress, but I grip his throat and stroke it gently, softly, to let him know he’s doing a great job, that this feels wonderful for me.

"Got a clencher, boy," Lazaro grunts, fucking Jericho harder. "Making Daddy’s nuts kick up a windstorm. Choking his shaft. Feels so good."

Jericho brings his right hand to his ear and strokes Marcello’s shaft. He groans, his eyes rolling to the whites as a juicy squirt of pre-cum slides out of Marcello’s dick, trickling into his ear hole.

Delicious squelching noises fill the air as Marcello mashes his crown into Jericho’s juicy ear hole, another squirt shooting out.

I take Jericho’s cheeks between my palms and rut the Christ out of him. Goddamn—I can’t believe how tight his throat is. No man I’ve ever been with has had a throat this tight.

Jericho’s throat isn’t like one of those hallways you can throw a hotdog down. No, it’s a tiny canal in Venice—and my dick is a gondola, banging into the buildings on the sides.

"Take it, boy." I grind in his throat until my dick mashes into the dangly thing at the back of his mouth. "You’re perfect—exactly how I knew you would be."

Jericho slurps and sucks, giving it everything he’s got. It’s too much—too much pleasure, bliss, ecstasy.

With a groan, cum swims up my nut tubes to escape.

Marcello grips my shoulder. "Not yet."

Jericho whines, bobbing on my rod. "Asdnfasldnfjh."

I can’t understand him—due to my massive shaft blocking his mouth. It doesn’t matter. What he said must’ve been wonderful—perhaps even a new word. One to describe the affection he feels for me, the joy, the love.

My face twists into a mask of need. "Can’t help myself."

Marcello’s cock erupts in Jericho’s ear. "Ah shit, boy—tried to hold off. Tried to be good. Couldn’t stop it."

Half of Jericho’s face is covered in cum—like a gunshot of love straight to the head.

Tugging my dick out of his mouth, I spread it around his cheeks and chin. My foreskin furls and unfurls, as pre-cum oozes out of my slit, making his skin shiny.

"Come on my tongue, Daddy." Jericho turns his bright eyes up to me… and I lose it. He reminds me of a faun—a precious faun, skipping through the woods, nibbling grass and ripe berries.

I squirt out my nut. Jericho welcomes it onto his cheeks, lips, and chin, sighing contentedly, rubbing it in with his palms.

"Look at you go, boy." I bust out another tidbit on his plush lower lip. "This is why I feel the way I do about you—wow."

Lazaro can’t hold back. He groans and grunts, his torso rippling. He fucks Jericho’s hole like a rabbit on speed, his hips gyrating unstoppably, his nuts—those mighty weights—slamming against Jericho’s clenched taint.

"Oh, Daddy!" Jericho claps his ass cheeks around Lazaro’s cock. "Making me feel so safe and protected—give me your load!"

I duck down and kiss Jericho as Lazaro comes in his hole. Jericho swirls his tongue around my mouth, latching on for support, needing this—needing me.

Marcello brings himself to another orgasm on Jericho’s cheek, and I can practically see his heart swell in his chest, no different from when the grinch became a happy, happy grinch at the end of that Christmas story.

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