Page 133 of Double Daddies
And then Ryle is standing in the doorway, unbuttoning his shirt. I run over to help him, tugging the blue-collared shirt off and tossing it aside. I let my hands roam over his chest, my fingers grazing his pecs, and I look at him and lick my lips.
“Hey, I thought this was Ben’s celebration.”
“We’re all celebrating,” Ben says, and I hear his voice so close I know he’s standing behind me.
I unbuckle Ryle’s belt and hear the clang of the buckle.
Ryle reaches for it and whips it through his pant loops, his eyes dancing at me while I give a shiver.
“Your turn.” Ben whirls me toward him and dips me, making me laugh. He presses his lips against my throat and travels up to my mouth. After a searing kiss, he brings me back upright and pulls my shirt over my head.
At the same time, I feel Ryle’s slightly larger, softer hands on the back of my skirt. He unzips it, and I step out. Once I’m standing in only pale pink panties that match my bra, I move out of reach just long enough to twirl for them, then I’m backand have hands unclasping my bra while my panties are being pushed down.
I look into Ben’s eyes and I see the same love I have for him reflected there. And Ryle looks at me with a fierce hunger that promises protection. For what feels like the millionth time, I thank whatever lucky star led me to this beautiful life.
“Are you wet for us, baby?”
“Oh, she’s wet all right,” Ben says, giving me a shark-like grin. “I can smell her from here!”
“I’d like it much better if you’d taste me instead.” I bat my eyelashes.
“That all right with you?” Ryle asks.
“Sure. I have other things in mind.” Ben walks out of my line of sight, but I don’t have long to think on it because Ryle kneels down in front of me.
“Spread your legs,” he orders huskily. “And don’t eventhinkabout coming until you’ve been given permission.”
A thrill runs through me even before I feel his tongue part my swollen pussy lips. I jolt from the electricity of his mouth, but he reaches up to hold my hips. I intertwine my fingers in his dark hair and let myself be caught up in the sensation of his incredible mouth as he seems determined to devour me. I gasp as his tongue swipes across my clit, then surges inside my pussy.
Then I feel the heat of Ben behind me. First, the press of a kiss on my shoulder. Then a firm slap to my ass.
I moan and arch my back, pushing my ass out toward him. Almost immediately, he drags his finger between my cheeks and inserts it into my tight hole. I can tell he has lubricant on it, which means I know what’s next. Moans are falling out of my mouth faster than I can count, and I’m grateful I have the two of them to hold me up as sensation threatens to wreck my body.
Ben fingers my asshole for another minute, slowly sliding in and out and making me want him more by the second.
I know my pussy must be gushing, and Ryle is happily eating it all up.
Ben grasps me around the waist—Ryle’s hands are still holding my hips steady—and I feel the head of his cock slip between my cheeks, nudging my back entrance. “Do you want it hard today, baby? Maybe a little rough?”
Between the dirty talk and Ryle’s voracious mouth, I’m breathless and am struggling to reply.
“Hmm? I can’t hear you… I’d hate to decideforyou. Oh, I know you want tame sex tonight.”
“No,” I gasp. “No, please, Daddy. Give it to me rough.”
Ben chuckles. “Did you hear that, Ryle? Our girl wants it rough.”
Ryle’s teeth descend, pressing ever so gently against my clit. But even though I know he’s being gentle, it ignites a fire within me and I’m gripping fistfuls of hair, wanting him to do it harder.
I feel the sting of a spank on my butt cheek. “Don’t guide,” Ben orders as though he can read my thoughts. “Just because we like to spoil you and grant your wishes from time to time, don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, releasing my hold on Ryle’s hair.
Ben thrusts into my tight hole, then back out again, and then re-enters with force that is equally possessive and reverent. I can feel that he wants every inch of me. His left hand wanders up and grasps my breast. He flicks the nipple, and I cry out.
“I can’t hold on m-much longer,” I whimper. My legs are beginning to shake from Ryle’s skillful ministrations.
“Oh, you better,” Ben whispers roughly in my ear. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet.” Then he fucks me, his deep, powerful thrusts making my focus grow narrow until the pleasure they’re bringing me is all I can think about.
