Page 123 of Double Daddies
First, I slide her black slinky dress up her thighs. Next, I tug down her sheer black panties. As soon as I have them off, I smell the earthy, intoxicating scent of her. Unable to resist, I cup her pussy with my hand just to feel the heat pulsating there.
“God, you’re wet,” I hear Ben murmur. “You’re soaked, babygirl.”
Cami makes a sound caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
Her pussy lips quiver at my touch, and I can’t wait anymore. I drop to my knees and put my mouth near those delectable, trembling lips, inhaling the sweet musk of her arousal. Ben’s right—she’s so wet I know it’ll show on the sheets if I don’t get busy. I meant what I said—I live to please my partner, and I’ve come to love Camille Rodgers. I haven’t said the words yet, but I try to show her in every door I open, with each time I try to take care of her.
And I’m determined to take care of her right now, to bring her pleasure until she can’t take any more, until her throat is raw with screaming. I kneel on the floor and part her thighs. I take one more deep breath, spurred by the scent of her intensifying nectar. Then I dive in—my tongue slides in-between her pussy lips, and I lap up her sultry heat.
I can feel her legs quiver as I brush my tongue over her clit.
“That’s it, baby. Let him devour you. I want to see how beautiful you are when you break for him.”
She’s close—I can tell she’s holding back, but as I suck her clit into my mouth, her thighs grow taut, then begin to quiver.
“You want to come, don’t you, sweetheart? Let go, honey. Give yourself over to it and come for us.”
I sweep my tongue over her engorged clit, then I begin to suck intensely. I can feel her begin to shatter.
“That’s it,” Ben says. “That’s a good girl. Come for us, baby.”
She shrieks—it’s a full-bodied keen of pleasure that I feel in every part of me. And then she gushes, and I drink deep.
Cami
Ben’s been holding me steady while I rock against him, trembling with the tremors of the most incredible orgasm. Finally, I feel like I’m coming back to myself again, and I tilt my head back and give him a lazy, sated smile.
“You enjoyed that, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur, incapable of words.
“You think you’re up for one more?”
“I think she is,” Ryle says as he comes around the bed. “Lie down, Cami.”
Ben shifts, moving from behind me so that I can follow Ryle’s order. As soon as I do, Ben lies down beside me—but not before removing his boxers.
I watch as Ryle opens his nightstand drawer. He removes a bottle of lubricant and sets it on the nightstand. Then he unbuckles his belt—the sound of it hissing as he yanks it through the belt loops makes me shiver. I can’t take my eyes off him, though, and I’m still watching when he pushes his briefs down and steps out of them. Then he picks the lube back up and pops the cap. I hear the sound of squirting before I see the generous amount in his palm.
He grins at me, acknowledging that he has my full attention as he begins to stroke his hard shaft. By the time he’s finished, it’s glistening. Then he tosses the bottle overhanded.
I turn to face Ben, who has caught the lube. He repeats the same process, and I watch as he applies it to his hard cock.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, his voice thick with arousal.
“You just want to come,” I say with a laugh.
“Hey.” He frowns, and I feel the immediate sting of a spank. “Don’t talk back.”
I pout as my butt tingles. “Ow.”
“Just remember who’s in charge.” He leans forward and kisses me.
“That’s right—the two of us,” Ryle says, and I feel the heat of his body as he slides into bed behind me.
This is a new feeling—a first for us. Grounded between the two of them, I feel like the center of the very universe. It would be overwhelming if it wasn’t the exact thing my soul craves.
“Are you ready?” Ben asks, his eyes dark with desire.
