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“Well, babygirl,” Drake murmured with a tender kiss on her lips. “We did promise you a sex sandwich... yours will be accompanied by a popping cherry... hmm, delicious.”
“I... I’ve never…” she stammered, wringing her hands.
“We know, babygirl,” Damian assured her. “That’s what makes this so special.”
Chapter Twenty-One
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Elle
Elle’s heart pounded like a drum, with her breaths coming in short, shallow bursts. Her nerves tingled with excitement as her body started to hum at the vision their words brought to mind. She was about to have sex in a way she had never experienced before. In truth, it had been on her mind since the day she first met them.
The thought of being caught within a cocoon of muscular strength while her body loses all control had been a vivid dream for the past couple of weeks. Now, although she was pretending to be their Little, that torrid dream was about to come to realization. She might not know them all that well, but she did trust her Daddies to take care of her needs.
Drake’s hands were gentle as he cupped her face and brushed away a bead of sweat from her temple. “Relax, babygirl. We’re going to take this slow. It’s just you and us tonight.”
Damian pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder while stroking her arms, raising goosebumps in their wake. “We want to makethis special for you, princess. We’re going to make you feel so good that you can’t think straight.”
That wouldn’t be too difficult. I’m already there!
Elle took a deep breath as she looked between them. Their gazes were warm and reflected raw need in their depths. Her core tensed as a delicious flood of heat flowed through her veins.
“I… I have to admit,” she said tentatively. “I am a little scared.” She gestured to their crotches. “Neither of you is small, and the logistics… it just… I’m…”
“We’ll fit, babygirl,” Drake assured her with a smile. “Believe me, you’ll even urge us to go deeper once you’ve adapted to us inside you.”
“I wouldn’t bank on that if I were you, Daddy,” she said. “What if… what if it’s too much, and I can’t take it? I’m somewhat of a wimp when it comes to pain, as you know from my reactions during spankings. I might just stop you before you even start.”
Drake captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth in a teasing yet commanding way. She melted into him, her body relaxing as Damian’s hands slid around from behind her to cup her breasts. He kneaded them gently, his thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt, which was part of her new wardrobe as a tomboy Little. She gasped into Drake’s mouth as her nipples hardened, and jolts of pleasure arrowed to her core.
“Just let us take care of you, princess,” Drake purred as he took off her t-shirt. Since a tomboy Little wasn’t allowed to wear something as atrocious as a bra, her breasts were exposed to the warm night air. He lavished attention on them, moving from one to the other as his mouth and hands worked in tandem to drive her wild.
“Ohh,” Elle hissed, sucking in jagged gasps of air. Her back arched as Drake caressed her with hot, wet lashes of his tonguealong her jaw and down the side of her neck to trace the roundness of her shoulder while continuing the tantric caresses on her nipples.
Damian’s hand slid up her thigh. She gasped as he hooked his fingers in her shorts and pulled them down her legs. She had never hated the diaper as much as she did at this point when he rubbed her through the thick padding, and she could hardly feel the pressure. Still, heat and wetness filled her pussy in a telltale sign that her arousal was spiking much faster than she ever thought possible.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured against her nape, causing a thrill of pleasure to make its way down her spine. It was an unbelievable feeling to have two men pay homage to her body and have two pairs of lips sensually kiss her skin.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the diaper and, with one hard tug, ripped it open and pulled it off. She was bare before them with her naughty bits exposed to their hungry gazes.
“Oh, my,” she gasped as Damian teased her labia apart to swirl his finger inside her pussy.
“Now, look at that, Daddy Drake… already so wet and ready for us.”
Elle’s cheeks turned red as Drake pushed a finger deep inside her, locking it with Damian’s, and together, they explored her wet and very eager pussy.
Desire flared to life as Drake trailed kisses down her stomach. He nudged her legs further apart, his eyes locked on her glistening folds wrapped around their fingers. “Beautiful,” he murmured, pulled out their fingers, and, like a starving man, dove right in. His tongue lapped at her as he explored every inch of her pussy.
“Ah, devil’s breath,” Elle gasped, her hands fisting the linens beneath her as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Damian turned her face toward him, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss while he cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
“Lord, that feels good,” Elle wailed as jolts of pleasure coursed through her. She was drowning in sensation, and her body was on fire with need.
Drake’s tongue flicked over her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking gently.
“Oh, shit!” Elle moaned as she bucked her hips. An orgasm was rapidly building inside her.
