Page 84 of Power Play Daddies
She hums, pressing her face into his shoulder. “Good. So good.”
Her thighs are shaking.
I watch for a second before I slide my hands down, parting them gently. She’s soaked, dripping, flushed in the best way. My stomach tightens at the sight.
I glance at Kieran. “Look at this.”
He tilts his head, eyes darkening. “Yeah?”
I lean in, pressing a kiss right there. She whimpers, fingers gripping my hair.
“Pink. Swollen.” I slide a finger along her slick skin, glancing up at Kieran. “Wanna see?”
His jaw tics. “Fuck.”
We shift her, moving her so she’s in my lap now, legs spread, Kieran kneeling between them.
His hands slide up her thighs, his gaze locked on her. “Now, I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart.”
She whimpers again, her breathing uneven, her body still twitching from earlier.
Kieran lowers his head.
She cries out, gripping my arms, nails digging in as I hold her close, stroking her cheek.
“Just let him soothe you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You took us so well.”
She’s shaking in my arms, body tensing all over again as Kieran works her over, his mouth slow, deliberate.
“Breathtaking,” I whisper, watching the way she unravels. Watching the way she gives in to it completely.
My hand slides down to part her so Kieran can lick her better. His tongue darts in and out of her, his saliva and her arousal sliding over my fingers as he sucks on her clit.
She’s shaking against me, whining in a way that makes her words hard to decipher. Kieran slides his tongue inside her cunt once again. I feel my cock twitch at the sight.
Daisy lets out a sharp gasp, her whole body going tight, muscles locking as she comes. Hard.
And then?—
“Jesus—” I jolt as a sudden rush of wetness coats my fingers.
Kieran pulls back slightly, blinking like he just got hit with cold water. Then he grins. “Well, fuck.”
Her breath stutters, body jerking against me, her hands shaking as she tries to hold onto something—anything. She collapses against my chest, boneless, completely spent.
“Didn’t know you had that in you, sweetheart,” Kieran murmurs, dragging a hand down his face before shaking his head. “Goddamn.”
Daisy makes a sleepy, incoherent noise, her face half-buried in my shoulder, too out of it to even respond.
Kieran stands, stretching his arms as he heads toward the bathroom. “I’ll be back.”
I sit there, holding her against me, fingers brushing through her damp hair as she breathes slow and deep, her body warm and soft against mine.
Kieran returns a minute later with a warm cloth, crouching down as he gently cleans her off first, then himself. He works fast, efficient but careful.
When he’s done, he scoops her up into his arms, cradling her like she weighs nothing. “Go clean up,” he tells me. “I’ve got her.”
I head to the bathroom, washing up, running my hands through my hair before stepping back out.
