Page 13 of A Little More Love

I climbed on the extra bed and watched them. Papa’s cock was already hard and it made me smile.

“Knees open, baby,” Daddy said.

Papa opened his knees, giving me the best view of all of him.

Daddy pulled him to the end of the bed and knelt on the floor before pulling Tyler’s hips towards him. He wrapped his hand around Papa’s cock and stroked him from base to tip. Papa’s stomach muscles tightened in response. Dipping his head, Daddy sucked Papa’s tip into his mouth and rubbed the area under Papa’s balls. I couldn’t see what Daddy was doing with his mouth, but he must have felt good because Papa cried out in pleasure.

Daddy pulled off his cock with a ‘pop’ before putting two of his own fingers in his mouth. Sliding them back and forth, he pulled them out and pressed one to Papa’s asshole.

Holy shit.

Papa’s toes curled as Daddy breached his back hole.

“Mmhm, Elliot,” Papa cried when Daddy slipped his middle finger all the way inside him.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Daddy asked.

“So good,” Papa replied.

Daddy pushed a second finger inside and pumped his hand upward.

“Fuck!” Tyler yelled when Daddy sucked him back into his mouth.

Sliding off the bed, I walked around the room and climbed on the other bed with Papa. Using my fingers, I pulled at his nipples like he and Daddy did to me.

“Mmm,” Papa cried, thrusting upward. “Elliot, I’m going to…No!” he cried, when Daddy released his cock.

“Oh, baby. I don’t think I’m ready to let you come yet,” Daddy said, this time with a naughty glint in his eye. Uh-oh. Poor Papa.

“Tinsley, do you think Daddy should let Papa come right now? So soon into our exploration of his body?”

Ignoring Papa’s glare, I shook my head. “No, Daddy.”

“I don’t think so either. Papa was so good that Daddy thinks he deserves lots of pleasure.”

I nodded. “Alllla the pleasure, Daddy.”

Chapter Five

Elliot

The angry look Tyler was giving Tinsley and me was fucking adorable.

“You want to come, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Hand and knees,” I told him.

“Hand and knees, Papa,” Tinsley repeated after me.

Tyler rolled his eyes, but flipped over as asked.

“Teenie, help Papa out,” I commanded as I reached into the bag I had strategically set under the bed, just in case we decided to take this step during the rest of our stay.

Tinsley crawled under Tyler, waiting patiently as he adjusted his limbs to accommodate her.

“Suck, Daddy?”

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