Page 134 of Double Daddies
Ryle’s tongue is masterful, every stroke making me shudder. My hands find their way back to his hair as though his tresses are the only thing keeping me grounded.
“You feel incredible,” Ben whispers. “My Cami. My sweet, sexy girl.”
I whimper, so close to the edge, one more word—or a single flick of Ryle’s tongue—might send me over. “Please, Sir… please, may I come?”
Ben withdraws, then slams into me.
With a gasp, I’m pushed forward, kept from falling only by Ryle’s steady hands. But the shift lands his tongue deeper inside me, and I feel every muscle tighten in anticipation. “Daddy, please… Daddies…”
“What do you think?” Ben asks, slamming into me again. “Should we let her come?”
Ryle’s answer is given as his teeth sink into my throbbing clit with just enough pressure to make me come undone.
I’m spiraling, every muscle in my body singing with a delightful ache of an orgasm that threatens to be my undoing. I give myself over to it—every shudder, every gasp. I sob from the pure ecstasy. And then I’m falling back to earth and would shatter if not for my men holding me upright, keeping me safe, as they do every single day.
Ben is next, and he groans with his release. Then he pulls me to the floor, and we’re all lying together in a tangle of limbs.
Ryle gives me a slow, sexy smile before resting his head on my thigh.
“You’re incredible,” Ben says.
I have so much to say. So many things I want them to know. But just now, I feel exhausted, and I let my eyes flutter closed. We have all the time in the world.
The End
