Page 213 of Double Daddies
I moan, loving how full I feel with him inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper into me. He leans over me, capturing my hands and holding them hostage above my head. His hold tightens as he looks me in the eyes.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Wren. I’m already addicted to this sweet cunt and that sassy mouth. You’re mine. Ours,” Elijah groans in my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to move, his thick length stretching me, filling me, and claiming me as his.
He pulls out to the tip, then pushes back in, and I can’t help the moans that escape me. He picks up speed, his cock thrusting into me harder and faster with each pass.
I glance over at Ezra who is lazily stroking himself with a grin as he watches. “You’re so fucking beautiful taking his cock like that, little bird.” He leans down and pulls my nipple into his warm mouth. His tongue swirls around the hard bead as Elijah continues to fuck me hard.
I grasp Ezra in my hand and a low groan leaves his lips. “Fuck, your hand feels so good wrapped around me.” My heart soars hearing their praise.
“So tight,” Elijah grunts. “Such a good little bird. Are you ready to fly, sweet girl? Are you ready to fly for Daddy?”
“Yes, yes. Please!” I moan as Ezra’s fingers find my clit. He strums it, applying pressure just right until I’m screaming their names.
Elijah pulls out long enough to flip me to my stomach like I weigh nothing. He raises my hips into the air and slams back inside me.
“This is the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he remarks, then smacks it hard. Surprise morphs into desire as the heat from his hand floods my body. “I’m going to fill you up, so you’re dripping for days.”
“Fuck,” I moan. I can feel my pussy tightening around him. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Tell me what you need, little bird. Tell us.”
“I need you to come inside me. I’m so close, please!” I beg.
He slaps my ass again. “Then come for me, baby. I’m right behind you.”
I let go, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I ride out my orgasm. Elijah groans loudly as he thrusts one last time before his come fills me. He licks along my spine as he stills inside me.
“Fuckkk!” he grunts as he holds my hips tightly, then slumps over my back. Our breathing is labored, but my body is soaring in the clouds.
“You were amazing,” he asserts, biting the back of my neck. He flips me back over on my back and I land with a thump against the comforter.
Before I can protest, he’s scooping his cum and shoving it back inside me.
“What are you–”
“This is where it belongs, my little bird.”
“But I’m not on anything,” I admit sheepishly.
“Good,” they both say in unison. My brows furrow at their implications.
“Now, I want to see you ride him,” Elijah says, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to watch as he brings you to the edge, as he claims you as his own.”
The thought of riding Ezra, of feeling him inside me, sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. Ezra lies on his back and Eli pulls me up and places me on knees beside them.
“Ride him, Wren. Take what you need, little bird. Take his cock and ride it until you can't take it anymore.” I throw my leg over his hips, straddling him. I can feel the heat of his erection pressed against my entrance, and I’m overcome with a sense ofanticipation and power. I slowly lower myself onto him, feeling every inch of his thick length as it slides into me.
I gasp as he fills me, stretching me, the sensation both pleasurable and intense. Ezra groans, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements.
I begin to move, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm that has us both panting. The feeling of being on top, of setting the pace, is exhilarating. I watch as Ezra’s eyes darken with desire, his gaze fixed on me, his lips parted in pleasure.
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “You feel incredible.”
I lean forward, pressing my hands against his chest, using the leverage to deepen my movements. I can feel him hitting spots inside me that I didn't know existed, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. Ezra leans up, capturing my nipple between his teeth.
Elijah moves behind me, his hands on my hips, supporting me, guiding my movements. His touch is possessive, but reassuring, and it only adds to the intensity of the moment.
