Page 80 of Detention with Daddies

Nick uses a finger to tip my chin up. His jeans unzip, and that nice shapely cock bobs before me. My lips part, ready to take him. To watch his face as I suck. He has a beautiful face for pleasure.

He presses his head on my tongue, little moves that don’t let me clamp down around him.

Matteo sucks on my clit. My moan vibrates against Nick’s head, and he shoves a little further across my tongue, my lips closing around his shaft to create suction.

Nick grabs handfuls of my hair and angles me to take more of him. I moan again for him, enjoying how he stretches my mouth. His eyes have glazed over with pleasure, thrusts just deep enough to make me gag, which makes my throat convulse around him.

Finding a steady rhythm, I relax into it, and Matteo sets a new pace. I’m so close that I can brush my fingertips against the oncoming orgasm, but then a cold current of air streams against my wet pussy, making me jerk and stalling me out.

All three of them moan.

Waylen rubs himself against my bare ass a little harder.

I whimper around Nick’s cock.

Matteo leans in to nuzzle my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with purpose. It pulls pleasure out of every sensitive place I have. And my core is throbbing from being teased and denied.

Then his mouth descends on my pussy again, and my cry has me sucking hard on Nick until he’s pulsing against my tongue. His groan accompanies the tightening of his hand in my hair.

“Fuck, you want to come so badly, you think I can convince him give it to you?”

I blink up at him, putting the pressure on again.

He groans again, stroking my cheek and jaw. “Not yet.”

It doesn’t matter how slow Matteo licks and sucks, I’m unraveling faster and faster, but he pulls back again.

When I squirm, trying to lift my hips with the nil leverage I have, I get a soft grumble from Waylen under me. “Oh, no sweet girl. You’re still in detention. Take your punishment with some grace, and maybe, we’ll go easy on you.”

I huff and try to settle the energy swirling and zapping at me due to Matteo’s tongue.

Tears of frustration let loose down my cheeks as he pulls away again.

“Let’s move on to stage two.” Waylen’s knees under me shift, and mine settle over his as his hands free up to roam over my body in a reverent way.

Nick slows and pulls free of my mouth, rubbing my jaw to relieve some of the pressure. His smile tells me I’m still in trouble, but my attention is pulled away to Matteo as he unzips, releasing his dark, thick shaft, wet with precum.

He angles himself at my entrance, and I am soaked, making it so easy for him to slide into me. Part of me rejoices in being filled, finally, but I know how easily Matteo can control my pleasure like this too.

Yet the sight of him taking me makes the pleasure even more intense. I haven’t had a lot of experienceseeingmyself being taken. Usually the lights are low or off when a partner fucks me. These three, however, seem to enjoy splaying me out and investigating every nook and cranny I have.

And I have plenty.

Two pumps in and I’m moaning again. I dig my hands into Waylen’s jeans, barely finding purchase as Matteo builds me up, has me pulsing, ready to come and then pulling out.

Then he stands and Nick replaces him. I’m gulping in air as he thrusts into me.

And for someone who likes to give me multiple orgasms, he’s being stingy with me now. Coaxing and drawing it out until he slides out of me on the precipice too.

I’m practically sobbing now, craving release. I’ve never felt my body burn so brightly before.

Nick takes me by the knees and lifts my hips and ass off of Waylen as I feel him yank open his fly beneath me.

“Time for a little distraction.” Waylen’s voice is gruff in my ear as he lines himself up and presses into my ass.

My moan is so loud, I swear all three of them shudder. Sinking down his full length spreads the pleasure around, makes it more manageable. It’s only a small reprieve.

His upward thrusts slam his hips into my cheeks, and I feel myself tighten around him.

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