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“Daddy’s coming right back, I’m going to get your cream,” he said, standing and digging through the dresser drawers. Did he really unpack all their stuff? Bullshit. I wasn’t doing that with mine. It would be in my suitcase until I needed it. Was he always this tidy?
Tinsley turned her face toward me, and I brushed her curls from her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she rasped.
“Oh, I know you are, baby. You’re all forgiven now.”
She whimpered when Elliot rubbed the cream on her sore bottom. He wiped his hands on his pants and then climbed back in the bed.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, turning his head back toward him.
“I know you are, little one, and we forgive you.”
She lifted her head and propped her chin in her elbows. Realizing she was trying to look at us both, I shifted so the right side of her body was resting on me. Elliot followed and laid beside me, his shoulder resting against mine. He adjusted her so her left side rested on him.
We held and soothed her for several long minutes.
“Have some water for us, baby.” Elliot helped her hold a bottle of water to her mouth. She took several small sips. I caught the few drops that dripped down her chin. Once she was done, she snuggled back into us. “Cozy,” she mumbled into my shirt.
“You’re cozy?” Elliot chuckled.
“Yas-huh.” She slid her thumb inside her mouth and started to suck. Elliot reached over again and grabbed her pacifier off the bedside table and pulled her thumb away. She frowned, but relaxed once she started sucking the nipple. She moved her leg and grazed my cock with her thigh.
Her eyes widened and she looked down while lifting her leg. “Woah,” she whispered, her pacifier falling out of her mouth.
Chapter Eleven
Tinsley
I’d felt Uncle Tyler’s cock under me when he was holding me, many times, but because I wanted to respect Daddy, I’d always tried not to pay attention. Now that I had permission, I was very surprised at how large he was.
“Sorry, Teenie,” Uncle Tyler apologized sincerely. “Seeing your pussy dripping for us was very hot.”
“C-can I see it?” I asked, sitting on my knees.
“My cock?”
“Pretty please?”
He looked at Daddy, who shrugged. “I mean she asked nicely, and she does owe us both an orgasm.”
I nodded, agreeing.
He hesitated. “You know if you want to wait, we can. I don’t expect anything today. Your Daddy has given you a consequence, but we trust you know you can use your safeword.”
“I know, Uncle Tyler. I really want to...” Heat rushed to my face. Being easily embarrassed was not one of my favorite things about myself. Looking to Daddy, I prayed he would fill in the rest for me.
“Our girl loves to give pleasure. When she asks to touch, suck, or rub your dick, she genuinely wants to.”
Signing in relief, I looked back at Uncle Tyler. He studied me for a long moment before reaching down and unbuckling his belt. Large hands pulled his jeans and boxers down, and thick corded calves kicked them off. His dick bobbed with each of his movements. Oh, he was beautiful. Thick and long. I reached for him, wrapping a fist around his shaft and stroking.
“Fuck, you are hung.” Daddy laughed, rolling over to watch me stroke Uncle Tyler.
“You’re not small,” I reminded Daddy.
Tyler chuckled at my words.
“I can’t wait to have you both inside of me.” My cunt throbbed, thinking of how they would fill me up.
