Page 35 of Their Little Helper

“We can…we can get you a practice dildo and I’ll help.” Dally moaned as I pushed his legs apart and took him deep again. “It will take time…but…but we’re not in any rush.”

Because he’d decided we were his.

He was wrong, of course, they were mine and I’d explain that at some point. For the time being, I did my best to stake my claim on his body, sucking his heart out through his cock and making sure he knew I wasn’t going to let either of them go anywhere.

And I made sure he knew that as I slid one finger inside him as I pulled off just enough to give him room to fuck my throat.

Oh yes.

“Thank God.” Dally’s excited cry got a giggle from Harley, and he held his Daddy tighter as Dally started to buck and fuck himself between my finger and my throat. “That’s right. Yes. I need.”

What he needed was obvious, but he made sure we knew what he was demanding as I stretched his desperate hole and kept him right on the edge. He rambled about wanting to be fucked hard and made threats about what he was going to do to me if I didn’t hurry and promised Harley that he and I were thoroughly enjoying our playtime and not to worry because he really liked the third finger I’d added to his tight body.

The commentary was funnier than I’d ever imagined, and his brain went a thousand miles an hour as he distracted himself. He hadn’t even noticed me freeing my dick or lubing it up, so his chatter was useful as long as I didn’t let it sidetrack me.

Luckily for all of us, Harley was there to kiss Dally’s cheek and hold him tight, helping me give him all the attention the crazy switch needed.

But when I eased my fingers out of him and finally pulled off his cock, he got demanding again. “Got to…I need…our boy…damn it.”

It only took a second to realize Dally wanted to be flipped over so he could rub himself against Harley, but his grumbling said he thought I was stupid for taking even that long. We’d come back to that later, but as he turned in Harley’s arms and offered up his ass, I made myself feel better by imagining spanking it.

“I promised…” Dally’s words weren’t making any sense at all but he’d been chatty enough earlier that we knew what else he wanted.

Harley.

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DALLY

Pokey was so fucking slow.

Gentle stretch this.

Edge that.

Get the bottom ready.

Fuck that.

Oh, my baby.

Yes.

“Such a good boy. Cuddling Daddy.” And not getting worried about anything too. I’d thought that might’ve been harder for him to manage, but it seemed he’d found the right headspace to handle that.

“Daddy likes cuddles.” The innocent explanation was sweetly delivered and he didn’t even seem to get uncomfortable as I sat up enough to strip off his shirt. “I remember.”

He remembered Daddy wanted shirtless cuddles because he was delightfully helpful in stripping off his T-shirt and the tightabsorbent tank he was wearing underneath. I kissed his cheek as his full chest came into view, a wonderful mix of sexy muscles and cuddly bear with the sexiest chest I’d ever seen.

And beautifully thick nipples begging for Daddy’s attention.

Pokey must’ve agreed too because he moaned as I curled against Harley and wrapped my lips around one. “Fuck.”

Absolutely.

And he finally got on the fuck Dally train because as Harley wrapped his arms around me and sighed, Pokey slid deep into me in one thrust. When both ends were filled with my men and I was wrapped in both their arms, Pokey finally sped up.

Long, rough thrusts filled me as he hammered me hard, giving me everything I’d been asking for so sweetly. I had a thought about how good it was that he could follow instructions, but that flittered away as they both made me feel so incredible.

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