Page 229 of Double Daddies
Eli’s mouth moves from my breast, trailing kisses down my stomach, his tongue swirling around my belly button before he reaches my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through my body.
I can feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, the twin’s coordinated efforts pushing me higher and higher. My legs tremble, and I can feel the pressure building, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I cling to the sheets, surrendering myself to the overwhelming pleasure.
With a final, firm stroke, I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless.
“Daddy!” I cry out, my voice a mix of pleasure and relief, as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through my body.
Eli’s fingers trail from my pussy to my ass, where he gently circles my virgin hole. “I want this one, little bird.”
He presses his finger into my hole, and I whimper. “Relax, little bird. Daddy is going to make you feel so good. Just give yourself over to me,” he murmurs in my ear. His voice is soothing yet firm, and I feel my body respond, the tension in my muscles easing as he continues to work his finger inside me. The sensation is strange, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I trust him, and I know that he'll guide me through it.
He slowly works a second finger into my tight hole, and I can feel my body stretching, adjusting to the intrusion. The discomfort is there, but it's mixed with a pleasure that I've never experienced before. Elijah's fingers move in a steady rhythm, histouch confident and commanding, and I can't help but moan at the sensations he's evoking.
I watch as Ezra undoes his pants, his body a perfect blend of strength and elegance. His cock stands proud and erect, and I lick my lips in anticipation. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself on his back.
“Come sit on Daddy, Wren,” he says with a smirk as he lazily strokes his hard cock.
I move to straddle him, my body still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The sight of him beneath me, his eyes dark with desire, sends a shiver of excitement through me. Elijah helps guide me, positioning me over Ezra's cock, and I slowly lower myself onto him, gasping as I feel him fill me. He stretches me, and the feeling of being connected with him in such an intimate way is overwhelming every time.
Elijah presses his chest against my back as he licks and kisses a path to my ear. “Are you ready to be claimed completely?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy!” I cry out as I grind down on Ezra's hard length. “Please, claim me.”
“Good girl,” he growls as he pushes his cock into my ass. My muscles burn with the stretch and I wince. “Relax and push out. You're doing so well, little bird.” He rains kisses down on my neck and shoulders, and I relax more.
"I've got you, little bird. You're ours," he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring, as he begins to push into me. The stretch and fullness are overwhelming, but the pain is mixed with a pleasure that takes my breath away. I can feel my body adjusting to his presence, the discomfort slowly giving way to a deep, primal pleasure.
“Fuck, Wren. Your ass feels amazing. You're so tight and warm," Elijah groans, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and awe. He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation of having both of them inside me. Ezra thrusts up,meeting my movements, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me as we find a rhythm that sets my body ablaze. The twins work in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized, each thrust and stroke pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
I feel so full and loved by the two of them. My body feels like it's on fire as they thrust into me. “I'm not going to last, Wren. You feel so fucking good wrapped around our cocks. Come for us, merlotta. Come all over my cock.”
His words send me over the edge. I feel my orgasm wash over me and I scream their names as they both continue to thrust into me, prolonging the pleasure that's rocking my body.
With a final, powerful surge, the twins follow me, their bodies tensing, their groans of pleasure mixing with my cries. The room is filled with the sounds of our ecstasy, the air thick with the scent of passion and love.
Ezra's fingers dig into my hips, his body trembling as he rides out his orgasm.
Elijah's arms wrap around me, holding me close, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers, “I love you so much, little bird.” The twins' bodies press against mine, our hearts beating in unison.
I feel Elijah pull out of me, and I lie down on Ezra's chest, whimpering at the sudden emptiness I feel. He moves behind me, and I feel the warm, wet washcloth clean me up. When he's done, he throws it across the room and climbs into bed beside me. His hand goes to my still flat stomach, and he rubs it gently.
“I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby, little bird. To see your body changing and growing with the life we’ve made together.
“You’re so beautiful, Wren. Every inch of you is perfect,” Ezra whispers as he gazes into my eyes. “I want to worship every curve, every scar, every part of you.”
He leans down, brushing his lips against mine, the gentle touch sending shivers through my body. “You are ours,uccellina, body, mind, and soul,” Elijah murmurs, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that makes my heart race.
As I slowly come down from the heights of pleasure, I feel the twins wrap me in their arms, their bodies pressed against mine, their warmth a comfort like no other. I snuggle into them, feeling loved, cherished, and protected, safe in the knowledge that they will always be there to catch me when I fall.
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