Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

But they weren’t a dream anymore. They were here. Right now, Wolfe was sitting across the other end of the bed from her, jacking off. While she touched herself.

It might have seemed weird to someone else. Both of them doing this together. But it felt good. So fucking good.

“Wolfe, I’m close to coming.”

“Not yet, you don’t,” he warned.

She flicked at her clit, raising her injured arm so she could play with her nipple.

“Put that hand down,” he demanded. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“I won’t. It’s not that sore anymore.”

“Put your arm down or I’ll send you to bed with a warm bottom and no orgasm.”

She whimpered. He wouldn’t.

“And you won’t get to see me masturbate.”

Vivi lowered her arm. She wasn’t going to risk that.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with satisfaction. “Now touch your clit again. You get to come with me, but not before, understand?

“I understand you’re a damn sadist,” she muttered.

He chuckled. “Baby, if you’d ever met a sadist, you wouldn’t say that.”

She froze at the word baby. He’d never called her that before. Usually, it was Genevieve. Or princess. By the look on his face, she would say he was just as shocked. But then he seemed to shake himself out of it.

“Make yourself come. But don’t take your eyes off me.”

She used her finger against her clit, rubbing it as she watched him speed up. His hand moved quickly up and down, along his thick shaft. Her breathing sped up. How this could be so fucking sexy, she wasn’t sure. But it was.

“Wolfe,” she groaned.

“I’m close. Nearly there. Fuck. Fuck. I changed my mind. We’re not coming together. I want to watch you. You first.”

She didn’t need much more encouragement. Her finger worked her clit harder, faster until she cried out, her hips lifting in the air as she started to come, the first pulses were light. Then they intensified and she screamed as she fell over the edge.

“Open your eyes. Watch me.”

She opened her eyes, her breath coming in fast pants as she watched him work his long shaft with sure strokes.

“Come here,” he commanded. “Touch my balls.”

She knee-walked over to where he sat then reached down with her good hand to lightly touch his balls.

“Yes. Yes!” He threw his head back with a groan as he came. She watched, fascinated, intrigued and to her shock, she felt her arousal start to grow once more.

It was like she couldn’t get enough when it came to them. She withdrew her hand from his balls and ran it along his softening cock.

“Jesus. Do that and he might just wake up again,” he groaned.

She looked up startled, staring into his heavy-lidded eyes. “So soon?”

“He doesn’t seem to understand that there’s meant to be a recovery period. Not when it comes to you.”

She smiled as his cock bobbed, almost as though agreeing with that sentiment.