Page 143 of Melt For Us, Daddy
She couldn’t wait.
“Did you hear that, Ivy? Our sweet boy is going to take both of us someday. What do you think about that?”
“I think I can’t fucking wait.”
Chuckling at how closely Ivy’s thoughts mirrored her own, she ran a single fingertip down the center of his chest as he arched up to meet her teasing touch. “Me, either. For now, however, he’s going to have to settle for us riding him together. Switch with me, blossom. You’re going to ride our boy’s face while I take his cock.”
Worry flashed in Ivy’s dark eyes. “You’re sure you’re ready for that?”
“I’m so sure, babygirl. I want to do this.”
Rising up on her knees, Ivy wrapped her arms around Cordelia’s neck, pressing her lips to hers in a kiss so achingly sweet it brought tears to Cordelia’s eyes.
“My sweet babygirl. I love you.”
“I love you. Both of you,” Ivy added with a dreamy smile for their boy.
Jacob smiled back, and Cordelia wondered how her heart didn’t simply fall into their hands. “I love you both, too. I want to taste you, Ivy.”
“Ask and ye shall receive,” Ivy said with a giggle, climbing up to straddle his face. Cordelia watched as his hands slid over her thighs, anchoring her in place as Ivy’s head fell back in pure, sweet bliss.
“Oh, god. Just like that, baby boy. Just like that.”
“Lean forward, babygirl. You’re going to eat Daddy’s pussy while I ride our boy’s cock.”
Kneeling beside them as Ivy lowered herself onto their boy, her face mere inches from his beautiful dick, Cordelia reached out, running her fingers tentatively over Jacob’s cock. It twitched at her touch, and his muffled moan was more music to her ears.
Straddling his hips, she slowly sank down onto him, sighing softly as he stretched her, filled her. There was no pain, no fear. Only pleasure as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy.
When she was fully settled, she gave herself a moment to adjust to the feel of him. And realized she’d been wrong. There wasn’t only pleasure here.
There was power, as well.
Not simply of being in complete control of their scene. But the power of choice. Of willingly taking him inside her. Of choosing connection over fear.
If she’d lived the rest of their lives without taking this step, she knew without a doubt they would have loved her anyway. If she decided tomorrow this was just a one-time event and she never wanted to do it again, they would love her anyway. And that was its own power, knowing she could love and be loved in whatever way she chose.
Threading her fingers through Ivy’s hair, she pulled her girl closer, until Ivy’s tongue darted out, flicking over Cordelia’s clit.
Biting back a groan, Cordelia raised her voice so Jacob could hear her. “All right, baby boy. You’re going to make sure Ivy and I both come before you do. If you come before either of us, Daddy is going to punish your ass inside and out. Which you better hope doesn’t happen, because if I have to wait two days to punish you, I will spend the next forty-eight hours keeping you right on the edge without any relief. Tap Ivy’s thigh twice if you understand me.”
A moment of hesitation and then two slow taps.
“Good boy.”
With her hands tangled in her girl’s hair, she gave an experimental roll of her hips. Pleasure flashed through her and this time she didn’t bother to hold back her moan as she fucked her boy’s cock.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good inside me. My good boy with his pretty cock.” She gave her hips another roll, settling into her rhythm as she moved on him. And all the while, Ivy used that wicked tongue on her clit, flooding her body with so much pleasure she wondered that it didn’t simply smother her. “And my good girl,” she added with another low moan. “Eating Daddy’s pussy like a fucking pro.”
Ivy hummed, the sound full of her own pleasure as she lapped at Cordelia’s clit. And Cordelia's pussy spasmed in response, clenching around their boy’s cock as she continued fucking him.
This was, hands down, the hottest fucking scene they’d ever done.
And they’d just gotten started.
As they worshiped each other, Ivy’s movements grew more frantic, letting Cordelia know she was on the edge. But her own orgasm was still out of reach, so she let a wicked chuckle slip free. “Not yet, babygirl. Wait for me.”
With her face still buried against Cordelia’s clit, Ivy whimpered, the sound accompanied by the wiggle of her hips. And even though she hadn’t spoken a word, Cordelia knew exactly what she was asking. “You heard me, blossom. Not yet. You want to make Daddy proud, don’t you, baby?”
