Page 27 of A Little More Love

My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest. I loved Tyler with every fiber of my being and seeing him trust me like he was, made me feel like the fucking king of the world.

I pressed my lubed fingers to his back channel and gently worked one inside.

He opened so smoothly. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. You’re taking one finger so well. Do you think you’re ready for two?”

He nodded.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answered, making me smile. I was so damn proud.

I added a second finger in. His thighs tightened a bit. I ceased my movements, giving him time to adjust.

“Take your time, baby. There’s no rush.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” he said, “it’s just..” he struggled for words.

“It burns a bit,” Tinsley offered.

“Yeah,” Tyler chuckled. “Not in a brutal way, but a bit.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell, no,” Tyler laughed. “I want to be sore for days so every time I feel the pain, I can remember I’m yours.”

“You’ve always been ours,” I told him, working in a third finger.

Tinsley fisted his cock and stroked him slowly.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

His muscles clenched around my fingers and my dick leaked in my boxers.

Easing my fingers from him, I moved off of the bed and pulled him towards the side, adjusting him where I needed him, and making sure his legs were hanging from the mattress. Then I grabbed Tinsley and moved her beside him, arranging her the same way.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked, lifting her head to look up at me.

I didn’t answer, instead I just lifted her legs in my hands and thrust into her.

“Daddy,” she cried. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back off the bed causing her titties to bounce. Bending, I sucked one and then the other in my mouth.

“Daddy, nooo, Papa,” she babbled as I worked in and out of her.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Teenie. Papa is going to get fucked just as hard, but do you know what’s even better than store bought lube?”

“N-no!” she cried, her voice breaking with my thrusts.

“Your sweet cream. You better get me nice and wet so Papa can take all of me,” I told her.

“Fuck,” Tyler cried, squeezing his cock. “That’s brilliant.”

After patting myself on the back for the idea, I allowed myself to get lost in bringing our Little girl satisfaction. Tyler reached across and pressed his fingers to her clit.

“Papa,” she moaned.

“I know, Teenie. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yas,” she cried, her walls tightening around me.

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