I’m being tag teamed, my body being used for the sexual gratification of two men and they’re bringing me along with them, coaxing me a little closer to the finish line with every growling roll of Zeke’s hips, every tease of Nick’s finger pads.
“Could’ve taken this slower, but you’ll forgive us, won’t you, sweetheart?” Nick’s voice scrapes along my nipples, caresses my inner thighs…and my mouth automatically sucks him with more enthusiasm. Just for being my Daddy. “Comes a time when a little girl becomes a temptation.”
Zeke bares his teeth against my cheek, the slap of our flesh filling the air. “Can’t have you tempting anyone but us.”
“That’s right,” grates Nick, a drop of his pre-come sliding down my throat. “Start looking too damn sweet and decisions have to be made. Don’t want to keep you under lock and key, do we?” He grips himself and jerks another spurt into my throat, those powerful thighs flexing in the dark. “No. Can’t do that. Because you’d break the rules eventually, wouldn’t you? You’d go giggling to the boys with your fresh pussy barely hidden under your skirt.” He pushes his entire length into my mouth, making me choke. Holding my lips flush with an unrelenting hand. “Daddy would much rather give you his cock than punish you with his belt. This is how we’ll let those boys know. Well fucked and double bred is how we issue a warning.”
“You’re goddamn right,” Zeke pushes through his teeth, his control visibly slipping as he grinds into me, once, twice, his movements getting jerkier by the second. “Can’t hold on to it. Can’t take her looking up at me all innocent when she’s choking the come right out of me.”
Nick takes his hand from between my legs and licks his fingers. “You going to creampie your little sister, son?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” Zeke falls on me, face contorted with pain. “Come on, baby sis. Already got your cherry juice all over my dick. Give me the rest.”
He drives into me one final time, his breath rasping in my ear—his inhales and exhales stopping altogether—then the loudest groan I’ve ever heard is issued into the crook of my neck. It’s so raw and honest, Zeke’s body deflating with such intensity, that I push my hips up against him, undulating against his jerking male flesh, and I find my peak, my thighs cinching together as spasms wrack me.
“Good girl, good girl, good girl,” Zeke chants in my ear, Nick’s hands stroking my hair away from my face. Both of them praising me with gruff words.
Oh my God. I’ve never flown like this. Never knew it was possible. I’m twisting at the middle, trying to combat the relentless perfection of the climax, but it continues to attack me, stealing the air from my lungs and turning the flesh between my thighs to mindless, clenching nerves. “Oh. Oh, Zeke. Daddy.”
I’ve just finished shaking from my orgasm when Zeke’s weight leaves me. Familiar callused hands catch me around the waist and flip me over, yanking my hips into the air with such blatant possession, renewed heat fills my loins.
Nick’s abrasive jaw drags down over my shoulder, his teeth catching my earlobe. “Daddy’s turn, sweetheart.” A hand claps over my mouth—Nick’s—as the very same man thrusts into me from behind. My eyes tear from the force. At first. It becomes welcome after that first invasion, especially when Zeke appears in front of me, tucking my hair behind my ears and feeding me encouraging kisses.
“Daddy’s done letting the kids play,” Nick growls into the air above my head. “Finish him off.”
I’m a means of pleasure after that. I’m Daddy’s toy—and he hasn’t found waiting easy. That much is obvious. He’s rock hard and relentless, pounding into me from behind like a man possessed, making my teeth clack together in between tender kisses from Zeke. His forearm holds my hips steady, so I have no leeway to rebound from the force of his drives. They’re a punishment and a reward at the same time and this…this is exactly what I need from this man.
Zeke and the unruly hormonal lust between us is spent for now, but my hunger for Nick is still at its peak. Such a different kind of hunger, though. A requirement for his twisted discipline. For a unique kind of affection from my provider. He’s Daddy and he’s had a hard day and nothing will make it better but his little girl. Having that responsibility makes my inner walls clench around him, makes me whine his name.
“Hell, you were right. She’s tighter than fuck.” My thighs can barely support me against Nick’s furious forward movements, but when I start to slip, he yanks me back up and goes harder, snarling into my hair. “Only one place Daddy can get what he needs now. Right in between your little girl legs. Ask me for it.”