Page 30 of Double Daddies
Sitting again, he leans back, giving me full access to him. Daddy Ezra helps me climb up on top of him, and I sink down, Daddy Byron’s cock stretching my pussy as I take all of him inside me.
“Fuck me, princess,” Daddy Byron groans as he ducks his head to take each of my tortured nipples in his mouth one by one. The pain ebbs, replaced by a piercing need that has me rolling my hips, desperate for some kind of relief.
And then Daddy Ezra is behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my bottom hole, and I freeze.
“Shh, it’s all right, baby. I’ll go nice and slow this time.”
This time. The thought of him pounding into me, fucking my ass hard and fast makes my pussy spasm and Daddy Byron groans again.
“Hurry up, Ezra. I’m not going to last much longer at this rate.”
“Just for that, you can wait, boy. If you come before me, Iwillmake you regret it.”
“Fuck.” The word is a long, drawn-out moan. “You’re killing me, Sir.”
“Good.” Behind me, Daddy Ezra’s chest vibrates with laughter. “You seem to have forgotten who I am. Maybe this will help you remember.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The banter distracts me, a bit, from Daddy Ezra’s cock stretching and filling my bottom hole. Inch by inch he pushes in, and I whimper at the burn and pinch as his cock spears me.
Daddy Byron and I are both panting, our breaths coming in ragged little gasps by the time Daddy Ezra fills me completely.
Full. I’m so full of both of them, I don’t know if I can stand it.
“My naughty boy and my filthy little princess,” Daddy Ezra says with another chuckle. “So needy, so desperate for Daddy to let you come.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper as I let my head fall back against his shoulder. “Please. I need… I want…”
“I know, baby. Show me what a good girl you can be and ride Daddy Byron’s cock while I fuck this pretty little bottom.”
With another needy whimper, I roll my hips experimentally. As I lower myself back onto Daddy Byron’s cock, Daddy Ezra pulls back, giving me a moment of relief from that too-full feeling.
But only a moment, because then he drives back into me, and I cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that threatensto overwhelm me. Every movement is exquisite agony, impaling myself on Daddy Byron while Daddy Ezra fucks my ass with those deep, hard thrusts.
“Do you feel that, princess?” Daddy Ezra growls in my ear as he fills me yet again. “Do you feel us inside you? Claiming you? Branding you?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Nobody else will ever get to fuck this sweet little pussy or this pretty little ass. Will they, Nicole?”
“No, Daddy!”
“Our pretty princess,” Daddy Byron says with another of those groans that makes my toes curl, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts as I bounce on his cock. “Come for us, baby. I want to feel that tight cunt squeezing my cock as you come with Daddy Ezra buried in your asshole.”
Dirty, filthy words. Humiliation washes over me, but it only serves to make me hotter, wetter, needier than I’ve ever been. And as they continue showering me with those words of filthy claiming, the coil of need in my core tightens further and further.
Until it snaps entirely and my screams of pleasure echo around the room, drowning out my Daddies’ voices.
Behind me, Daddy Ezra thrusts forward harder than before, truly fucking my ass. It hurts, god it hurts, and it burns but I don’t care. I want the pain,needthe pain to remind me who I belong to.
My Daddies.
Fingers digging into my hips, Daddy Ezra buries himself in my ass one last time, filling my most forbidden place with his cum.
“Keep riding Daddy Byron, baby,” he says, his voice raspy and breathless. “Ride him until he fills that pretty pussy with his cum, just like your bottom is full of mine.”
Every movement scrapes against my too-sensitive nerves, but I force myself to obey. To be their good girl.
