Page 212 of Double Daddies
“You look so fucking beautiful, Wren,” Ezra growls, his hand trailing up my thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of my pussy. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as my body begs for more.
“So responsive,” Ezra murmurs, his hand moving down to grasp my ass. He gives it a squeeze as his fingers dig into my flesh. “I can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy around my cock.”
Elijah chuckles, his hand moving down to join Ezra’s. “Patience, brother. We have all night.”
Ezra grins, his hand moving to my pussy. He runs a finger through my wet folds, teasing my clit. “So eager,merlotta. But we want to make sure you’re ready for us.”
“I have to taste you, Wren. Fucking need it like air,” Ezra groans, his voice low and raw. He kisses a path down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Elijah, on the other hand, continues to kiss my lips, his tongue dancing with mine, distracting me from the delicious torment that is to come.
When Ezra’s mouth reaches my core, I gasp, the sensation of his tongue against my slick flesh sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins. He licks and sucks, his fingers joining his mouth, delving deep into my wet heat. I writhe beneath him, lost in the sensations he’s awakening within me.
Elijah’s mouth leaves mine, and he turns his attention to my breasts. He sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I cry out, the pleasure almost too much to bear, and I can feel the tension building inside me, the coil tightening, ready to snap.
“Let go, little bird,” Elijah murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “We've got you.”
I surrender to the sensations, letting the waves of pleasure crash over me. My back arches off the bed, my fingers tangling in their hair, holding them close as I ride out my release.
I cry out, their names a prayer on my lips, and they continue to lavish me with their attention, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of my body.
Elijah’s lips trail down my stomach, joining Ezra at my core. They work in tandem, their tongues and fingers dancing together, teasing my clit, and driving me wild.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Ezra groans, his voice thick with desire. His fingers trail down my body, igniting a fire within me. “I could spend all night with my face buried in your sweet pussy.”
I can feel myself growing wetter, their words sending me spiraling higher and higher. My second orgasm is building as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “I need to feel your cocks inside me. Oh, god, don’t stop!” I cry as they continue their ministrations.
I open my eyes to find them watching me, their expressions filled with a mixture of adoration and hunger. I smile at them, my heart swelling with the emotion that threatens to consume me.
“Not god, little one. You’ll call us Daddy from now on. Is that understood?” Ezra commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“I-I’ve never done that before,” I admit, slightly embarrassed and feeling my cheeks flush. However, I want someone to take care of me. I need someone to tell me I’m safe. After all the running I’ve done. I want a Daddy or two to be in control so I can take a breath.
“We’re here to protect and cherish you, little bird,” Elijah says.
“Try it,” Ezra commands, his eyes darkening with lust. “I want to hear my name coming from your lips.”
“D-Daddy,” I whimper. The word feels foreign on my tongue, but I want to please them and I'm secretly thrilled that they want me that way.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers curling deeper inside me. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” I moan as his fingers plunge into my wet heat, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes,merlotta. That’s it. You’re so wet for us. So ready,” he groans, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my body.
“Your turn, brother. She’s ready for us,” Ezra promises. Elijah, watching with a predatory gaze, moves between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. He presses the head of his cock into my soaked pussy, teasingly slow.
“Are you ready for this because after tonight, you’re ours,” Eli vows, his voice deep and commanding.
“Yes, please. I want to be yours. I need you both,” I beg. My body arches toward him, aching for more.
“Then who are the only ones that own this pussy?” Ezra asks, his eyes locked onto mine and demanding an answer.
“You. You and Elijah!” I cry out as Eli thrusts his cock inside of me. I scream as he fills me completely. “You both own this pussy, my Daddies.”
Elijah stills once he’s completely in. He groans as my pussy squeezes him. “You’re so tight, little bird. God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Ezra watches, his eyes dark with lust, as Eli begins to move, thrusting deep and hard. Each stroke sends me spiraling closer to the edge, my body responding eagerly to their every command.
