Buying Her Time (Price of Love 3)

“This is so wrong, guys. So wrong.”

They don’t flinch. Whatever moral compass guides me doesn’t work here with them.

“She’s so fucking innocent.”

“So fucking pure.”

Hale works his lip as he watches me, tracing his eyes over my pulsing pussy. I squeeze my thighs together and feel my wetness. I’m slick and ready.

And even though my brain is saying I can’t. My body is saying I will.

Flint sits down beside me on the chaise. “It’s not wrong. It’s exactly fucking right.”

My heart pounds as he presses against my leg, and before I know it, Hale is sitting on the chaise, too. It creaks a little under their massive bodies.

Flint runs his hand down the creamiest part of my thigh and growls. “It’s the only way out of this fucking mess, Isabel. It’s either we both take you, or we beat the ever-loving shit out of each other. Again.”

I find myself laughing a little, almost in spite of myself. Grateful for the break in the tension. “You wouldn’t.”

Now Hale touches my other thigh. Rough fingertips against my smooth skin. “Doesn’t matter. Because I know you want it as much as we do. You should see the fucking need in your eyes, baby girl.”

That unlocks something else in me. First little girl. Now baby girl. I feel like I’m being hypnotized. I’m panting, and my back arches in spite of myself. My nipples are tight little knots in the sea breeze.

“I could never handle you both. You know that.” Even as I say it, I know it’s a lie.

Or my trickling wetness tells me it is, at the very least.

“Yes, you fucking can,” Hale says.

“And yes, you fucking will.” Flint suddenly looks like a serial killer.

“We know what this little body needs, baby girl. So give it to us.” Hale licks his lips on a little sniff like some mafioso.

God. Flint separates my legs a little, nudging my thighs apart with his fingers. I don’t resist. I feel the breeze on my opening, cooling my wetness and heat. Hale inhales first, then Flint. And they both let out a groan in hungry unison.

“Smell that salty little pussy,” Flint rumbles.

“Smell that fucking honeycunt,” echoes Hale.

I dart my eyes back and forth between them. I can barely see straight and my thoughts are all in a tangle.

Every fiber of my being says yes. Them. Me. Now.

But still, in the back of my mind, I have so many doubts.

“Open up, baby,” says Flint. “Don’t make us say it again.”

I shift my knees a little bit, pressing the sides of my legs against their frames. I can’t resist. I just can’t. Not anymore.

Oh my God. This is happening. I’m shaking so hard I think I might pass out. Everything is eerie and spinning and I have to think hard to remember to breathe.

Hale begins to slide his hand up my thigh, and into the creamy inner side. “Are you going to be a good girl for us? Are you going to comply? Or are you going to be disobedient?”

My fluttering eyelids flash wide before settling down into dreamy flutters once again. Disobedient. Even that is sexy. Disobeying them. Being punished by them. That isn’t what I want. But I still like the thought of it.

“Yes. I’ll be good for you.”

“I’ll be good for you, what, baby girl?”

I look up at Hale. Searching his face for the answer. There is only one word. It is primal. It is basic and I know what it is right away. It is perfect.

“I’ll be good for you, Daddy.”

They both growl again, like I’ve hit them with a sexy little punch.

“Fuuuuuuck,” murmurs Flint, tracing the edges of my bare pussy lips with his finger. “Is that what you want to call us, baby? You want to call us Daddy?”

He dips his finger inside a bit farther, and then so does Hale. The thick pads of their fingers push my wet opening wider and I squeeze my eyes shut. Oh god, I want so much more than that.

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, I want to call you Daddy.”

Hale laughs first. It’s a cruel laugh, though. Cocky and corrective. “You can’t call us both Daddy, little one.”

Now one of them—no wait, my God—both of them—begin to penetrate my opening with their fingers. They tease my opening, sending a jolt of energy through me, making me gasp, but do not push into it. My whole body tightens and tingles and then relaxes around them. Just that, just this, is filling me with a desire I never knew I could ever have.

“Why not?” I say, sounding whiney even to my own ears. “Why can’t you both be Daddy?”

One of them compresses my clit and my body bucks in passionate response as Hale grips my chin, turning my eyes toward him. “Because that’s fucking confusing. So you call me Papa. And you call him Daddy.”