Page 83 of Power Play Daddies
Kieran pulls her back by her chin, kissing her, swallowing her sounds.
I groan, rocking her against me, gripping her hips. “You’re still fucking soaked.”
She gasps, clutching at my shoulders.
Kieran smirks, then sets his own food down. His hands go to his zipper. He pulls himself free, thick, hard. He grabs Daisy’s hand, guiding it to him.
“You get to fuck him first,” he says, voice low. “But you’d better make me finish.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I grip her harder, slamming up into her, watching the way she clenches around me, watching the way Kieran groans as her fingers wrap around him.
“Fuck,” Kieran mutters. “She’s so good, isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” I growl, grinding into her, watching the way she falls apart between us. “Perfect.”
His hand wraps around her much smaller one, helping her with her rhythm as she strokes him. Our little multi-talented princess.
“Do you think you can come on my cock, baby?”I ask, thrusting up again.
She whimpers softly.
Kieran groans, his grip tightening on her as he curses under his breath. Daisy’s fingers squeeze around him, working him faster, her movements erratic, desperate.
“Shit,” he grits out, head tilting back for half a second before he catches her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Just like that, princess. Fuck, you’re so?—”
His words cut off as his muscles go rigid, a sharp exhale leaving him as his body shudders against hers. Daisy watches him, biting her lip, her thighs trembling where she’s straddling me.
Hot spurts of come shoot out of him, covering both of their hands.
“Goddamn.” Kieran drags a hand down his face. Then, before she can move, he reaches for the hem of her pajama top, tugging it over her head. “Need to see you.”
Her breath stutters as the fabric drops to the floor.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, running my hands up her sides, feeling her skin warm beneath my palms. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
She huffs out a soft laugh, but it turns into a gasp as I grip her hips and flip her onto her back against the couch.
“Beau—”
“Mm?” I push back into her, bottoming out in one slow, deep stroke, watching the way her lips part, her fingers digging into the cushions.
Kieran is right there, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing against her jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice a soft contrast to the way I’m fucking her. “I wanna see how good you look like this. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Coming for us like a perfect little slut.”
Her lashes flutter, but she listens, locking eyes with him. He kisses her, slow and deep, swallowing the little sounds she makes as I push harder, deeper, until?—
Her body tightens.
I groan, grip tightening as she clenches hard, gasping into Kieran’s mouth.
“That’s it,” he breathes against her lips, watching her come undone. “So fucking pretty when you let go.”
That’s all it takes for me to follow, my own release slamming into me like a goddamn freight train. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, muscles tensed as I ride it out.
She’s heaving by the time it’s over, collapsing against Kieran’s chest as he gathers her up, holding her close.
“How was that, baby?” he asks, stroking her hair.
