Page 17 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“No one would believe it,” Cameron rasps, jerking himself slowly under his own pillow, forearms flexing. “If she gives head half as good as she kisses, I’m toast.”

“Tastes like fucking sugar, that girl.”

“Sugar.”

Both of us tip our heads back and stroke, our labored breathing loud in the living room, the fireplace hissing and crackling in the background. My belly is starting to hollow out, which is a telltale sign I’m close to popping—and who wouldn’t be after having Ruby’s legs around their hips in a micro bikini, her mouth so eager to be Frenched? I almost came on the kitchen floor, right in front of my wife. Jesus, I never would have heard the end of it.

Cameron and I only stop working ourselves under the pillows when we hear footsteps approaching. I can’t believe my life is real when Ruby appears, framed in the hallway, dressed in what can only be described as a costume. White knee socks, a red plaid skirt that doesn’t even cover her pussy, and a white, see-through swatch of fabric tied up beneath her braless tits. Pigtails. Her hair is inpigtails.

The fucking room is spinning around me, I’m so ready to blow.

How the hell am I going to last long enough to win this competition?

Because Ineedto win it. This hunger inside me to be the experienced older man in her life runs deep. It’s not just the title of Daddy I want. It’s the reality. Being the first man inside of her would validate the instinct I’ve always had inside me for Ruby.

Our twin groans echo off the walls of the living space at the sight of her in the outfit, and they only grow louder when Ruby takes her place in front of us, kneeling down and removing the pillows, a pink flush appearing on her cheeks.

“Does someone have a watch?” she asks, settling her palms on top of the pillows.

“I do,” I manage through a torrent of heavy breathing.

“Then you keep time first,” she says, taking away Cameron’s pillow. And fuck, he’s straight up engorged, his cock standing at ninety degrees, his full-looking testicles hugging the base. I almost feel bad for the dude. After being a few seconds away from fucking Ruby by the pool, his balls must be bluer than an evening ocean.

“Oh Jesus,” he growls, when she lowers her mouth toward his lap, those bee-stung lips hovering right above his tip. Hands sweating, I fumble with my watch, taking it off and holding it in front of me, ready to time.

“Go,” I grunt, choking off my balls in my left hand, so I won’t blast off, before I get to experience the bliss of her mouth on me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cameron grits when her lips connect, her tongue roving around his tip lazily. Teasingly. His fingers fly to the arms of the couch, knuckles drained of color. And then a moan explodes out of him, when she begins to bob her head, sucking him in earnest, her mouth stretching around his shaft. I’m trying to keep my attention locked on the face of my watch, but there’s live pornography happening right in front of me.

She’s divinely inexperienced sucking cock.

That lack of experience is making her try twice as hard, her upper body bent forward over Cameron, showing off those ass cheeks beneath the short skirt. Her eyes water from the pressure of Cameron in her throat, making her eyes luminous as she looks up at him for approval—can’t she tell she’s driving him insane?

“He loves it, baby,” I rumble, wanting to reassure her. “He’s trying not to come all over that pretty little face.”

“Haven’t had it sucked in so long,” he pants, head falling back.

“Me neither, man.Fuck.”

“Jesus, she’s going to bring me off. Has it been thirty seconds yet?”

“Almost.” Another three beats pass. “Time.”

I toss the watch onto the couch beside Cameron.

Cameron yells when Ruby frees him from her mouth, his chest heaving up and down, in obvious pain from holding back. She walks over on her knees until she’s in front of me and I fumble aside the pillow, urging her head forward with my left hand, my abdomen pulling taut when she sips the precome off my tip, then bathes me with that mouth, the texture of her tongue mind blowing. She brings me deep, her strokes nice and smooth, choking a little when I tap the back of her throat. “That’s it, baby. Be good to Daddy with that mouth.”

Cameron

As soon as I hear the D word, I know I’m in trouble.

Throw in the schoolgirl attire and I’m on the verge of losing this competition already.

There is a secret fantasy world no one knows about but me and it involves…exactly what I’ve been given a front row seat to witness. Ruby with a Daddy. A father figure. An older man showing her what it means to give pleasure, and receive it. Thisscenario that has brought me to completion an embarrassing number of times throughout my life is being presented to me in 3D and it’s more viscerally sexy than I could have imagined.

Dean can be bolder than me, perhaps because he isn’t suffering from an intense case of interrupted coitus. He tilts his hips up and takes one of Ruby’s pigtails in each hand, winding the long strands around his fist, twice, three times, urging her mouth lower and lower on his cock. “My balls need some attention, baby, after all you’ve put them through today.”

She slides him out of her mouth, spit connecting her to his flesh. “Do I suck those, too?” Her tongue trails up the underside. “Teach me.”

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