Page 275 of Double Daddies
“Good morning, Daddy Tristan,” Avery sang, patting her hands on his chest.
“Morning, princess. Fuck, is it even morning yet?”
“Our girl is a very early bird who likes to catch a worm… or two.”
“It’s still dark.”
“Stop complaining and get your boxers off before the princess decides her minion is too fucking whiny to get a blowjob, Tristan.” Shifting onto his knees, stifling a yawn, Clay shook his head. “Read the room—our girl woke up wired and ready to play.”
“I—Oh.” Yeah, that put some fuel in his rocket, didn’t it?
Avery’s giggles became a laugh as Tristan bucked and wriggled beneath her, frantically trying to shed his underwear. When the offending garment disappeared into a corner of the room at high speed like a rock from a slingshot, her laugh became a sultry purr. “Well, hey there, Daddy.”
Clay reached over and switched on the lamp. The party was still happening next door, music thumping. There were going to be some serious hangovers in the workforce in a few hours, and some reprimands for still being drunk, but that wasn’t his problem. All he was concerned about was keeping Avery’s attention firmly in this room, not on who might stumble home and hear her coming apart at the seams.
Both he and Tristan winced as soft light illuminated the small room.
Avery, however, hummed and ran her hands up Tristan’s chest, down again. “Oh, you’re pretty, Daddy.”
Clay snorted a laugh as Tristan looked visibly affronted at being calledpretty. Slipping off the bed, he grabbed her lush hips and yanked her down until her head was level with Tristan’s groin, which had the added benefit of setting her up perfectly for his own use.
“Pretty?” Tristan echoed, then sucked in a breath as Avery’s small hand wrapped around his dick. “Fuck it, I can live with pretty.”
Watching with undisguised amusement, Clay waited until Avery was as enamored with her new toy as a kid with a lollipop, her dainty tongue lapping sweetly along the thick, curved shaft. The more Tristan moaned, the slower she explored—the girl was a tease.
Two could play that game.
Dropping to his knees, Clay tugged her back a bit more, feathering his fingers over her pussy. She was beautiful; soft, neat labia swelling beneath his touch, flowering open to reveal the deeply flushed pink of her slit. A shy clit barely peeking from beneath its hood, big enough to pinch if the urge rose. Liquid arousal was starting to gloss her flesh, ready to welcome a man with silky heat.
He took his time exploring, learning her by touch and sight. The left side of her clit responded well to his light caresses, her hips jerking, but the right side needed rougher stimulation. Her labia were ticklish, which amused him no end; she was going to be fun when she was tied down and playfully tortured.
“Is Avery being a good little girl, Tristan?”
“God, yes.”
“Does she deserve a reward?”
“She does, Daddy, she really does.” She glanced over her shoulder, seductively batting her eyelashes. “She’s been averygood girl, Daddy.”
“Give her whatever she wants, Clay,” Tristan said desperately, hands fisting in the sheets. “Buy her a fucking pony.”
Thinking of their earlier conversation, Clay grinned and swiped his tongue along her slit. Sweet, tart juices filled his mouth, ruining his tastebuds for any other woman with just one quick sample. “Dude, youarethe pony. Why do you think she’s petting you so nicely?”
Obsessed with her taste, he didn’t wait for a response. He took a firm hold on her hips, setting his mouth to task. He heard her squeal as his tongue and teeth devoured her, licking and sucking, nipping and lapping at soft, sensitive flesh. He forced her to keep still when she tried to squirm away from the sensations, eating her pussy feverishly as more and more juices flowed into his mouth.
Fucking delicious.
When Clay slid a finger inside her, a stream of muffled words erupted from around Tristan’s cock; judging by the way his legs kicked, he was fighting the vibrations to stave off his orgasm. He was going to have to work on building his stamina if he wanted to keep up with Avery—Clay got the sense that once she settled into the dynamic comfortably, she was going to run them ragged in every way possible.
If that meant sinking into this sinfully tight pussy to make sure she was occupied and staying out of trouble… well, he was going to take advantage of every opportunity.
Squeezing in a second finger proved entertaining; she was tight despite the effusive wetness, which made him wonder if her cheating ex possessed a pencil dick. Whatever the guy hadpacked into his tighty-whities every morning, it hadn’t left a lasting impression on Avery.
She moaned, rocking her hips on his hand.
Poor baby was primed to get off; he wanted to ask her when Adam had last made her come, if he ever had, but the vibe was too good to ruin. She was finally in a state of acceptance—she knew he and Tristan welcomed her Little side, which opened the door for her to come play.
He was more than happy to help her orgasm, although he wanted her first one to strangle his cock instead of his fingers, just as soon as he slipped on a condom and—fuck.
