Page 274 of Double Daddies
Clay opened his eyes, his vision adjusting to the vague dimness. By his guess, it was closer to 3 am than 4, and dawn was a ways off yet. Still, once he grew accustomed to the darkness, he realized she was no longer wearing his shirt, and all those wonderful curves were on open display.
Was she even awake?
The thought struck him before he lifted his hands to grasp her hips. There was no way he was initiating anything if she was unaware of her own actions, let alone his. Keeping his voice low, he whispered, “Avery?”
A husky giggle responded immediately. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“Having fun there, sweetling?”
“Mmm-hmm. You were hurt bad.” Those questing fingers slid down to his abdomen and trailed along the edge of his waistband. “Did you die?”
“No, sweetling. Came close, but never actually crossed that bridge, however briefly.” She was in Little mode, he thought with a touch of pride. Finally, she was being brave enough to let her out without fighting to get her back in and lock her away. “Didn’t even hear an angel singing.”
Eyes gleaming in the darkness, Avery tilted her head. “You believe in angels?”
“I believe in a lotta things. Maybe not in the conventional way, the way we’re taught to believe in God and the devil, but I do believe.” Unable to resist touching her, Clay curled his hand over her thigh, feeling the muscles respond with an excited quiver. “What are you doing up so early, Avery?”
She poked his belly. “Silly Daddy. I always wake up now.”
He nearly groaned when she rocked her hips, stroking her bare pussy along his cock through his boxers. He felt her heat, the dampness, and blood punched straight into his dick like water through a firehose. “Do you always wake up horny?”
Another giggle. “No. Never had a pony to play with before.”
His eyebrow quirked. “Pony?”
“Mmm-hmm. Can I pet him?”
Fuck. He really wanted her to pet the pony. “Don’t forget, if you want to pet one pony, you need to play with the other just asequally, sweetling. Not going to have fun if you have two jealous ponies, are you?”
“I can only pet one at a time,” she said with an obvious pout in her voice.
Chuckling, he reached up and stroked her cheek. “For now. Soon, you’ll learn how to pet both at the same time.” Pushing himself up, he curled his arms around her as she squeaked in surprise, and nuzzled at her throat. “This pony wants a bite of that apple bottom, Avery.”
She leaned back, her hands on his chest, her eyes dark slits of suspicion. “My butt?”
“Yes, indeed. I’m calling dibs on your ass.”
“Nuh-uh. Exit only, Daddy.”
Clay nipped her skin, sucking on the ache. Her moan vibrated against his lips, thickening his cock until it threatened to go to war for her. “Hmm. Maybe we’ll reserve your first time with a cock up your ass for when you’ve been a bad, bad little girl. Nothing says punishment like a hard ass fucking.”
Avery added a scowl to her narrowed eyes. “What do naughty Daddies get?”
“Whatever we want—we’re the Daddies, after all.”
The short, sharp raspberry she blew informed him what she thought aboutthat.
“So tell me, my little early riser, what would you like Daddy to do now?”
“What would Daddy like to do?” she sassed back.
He reached out and shoved Tristan, prodding him relentlessly until, with a disgruntled groan, his partner in crime finally bolted upright. “What’s the fucking emergency?”
“Oooh, grumpy Daddy,” Avery whispered.
“Don’t think he’s a morning person,” Clay whispered back. “Why don’t you cheer him up, sweetling? Put that sassy mouth towork on his cock, and I’ll introduce myself to this greedy pussy rubbing all over me.”
She bounced so excitedly, she almost triggered a messy explosion. With a happy squeal, she launched herself from Clay’s arms into Tristan’s, taking him unaware and flattening him on the bed. His grunt sounded emasculated, making Clay’s lips twitch.
