Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“Oh. Oh. Yes!” she cried out as he slid a finger inside her. Then another one. He thrust them in and out of her pussy before slipping them entirely free to nudge at her ass. She made herself relax. They’d been playing with her ass more and more. She often ended up wearing a plug for a few hours during the day. It was kind of weird. And kind of sexy.

The tip of his wet finger slid in. Not too far. But it was enough to send her crashing over the edge. He slid up her body, kissing his way along her tummy then lapping at each of her nipples, biting and sucking until her pleasure started to rise again. Then he slipped out of the covers to stare down at her.

Those obsidian eyes were intense. And his mouth was covered in her juices.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning, princess,” he replied huskily. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she felt his hard cock press against her belly. She’d noticed he hadn’t kissed her on the lips yet, but she wasn’t going to push. With Wolfe, you had to take him as he was. Love him as he was.

She smiled up at him. “My turn.” She reached down for his cock, but he shook his head and drew back.

Confusion filled her. What was going on? He didn’t want her to touch him?

“Wolfe?”

“I don’t want you to touch me.”

Horror filled her. “What?”

“I want to fuck you.”

Okay. He wasn’t rejecting her, he wanted to fuck her. Holy. Shit.

“Are you sure? Now? I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

He gave her a confused look. “You have to have your teeth brushed to have sex?”

“No. I . . . umm . . . it’s your first time.”

“I know that.”

“I just want it to be special.”

His eyes lightened. “It will be. Because it’s you. I’ve been waiting for you. Only you.”

God. He was killing her.

“Can I tie you up?”

“I . . . I . . . yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“Wolfe, oh, please. Yes.”

He climbed from the bed and walked into her wardrobe, returning with a silk scarf. Something he’d likely bought for her. He made quick work of raising her arms above her head and tying her wrists together. They weren’t secured to anything else, so she could still move her arms if she needed to.

“That’s okay? Not sore on your arm?” he asked, staring down at her intently.

She moved her gaze over him, taking him in. Being tied up seemed to just drive her arousal higher.

“Fuck me. Please. I’m dying here.”

He moved between her spread legs then leaning his weight on his hands, bent down to lap at one nipple then the next.

She groaned. “Please don’t tease me. Please.”