Who's Your Daddy: Complete Season 1

Who was this guy? I could only stare up at Leander. This certainly wasn’t the quiet, reclusive man I’d met on the first two weeks of the tour. Suddenly he was dominant, and demanding… and I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

“O-okay,” I said, hating my stammer in that moment. But when Leander smiled darkly, maybe I didn’t mind it quite so much.

“Stand up,” Leander ordered, and clumsily, I pushed the button to bring my bed back into the upright position of a seat again. I stood up and Leander took my chair, with all the bearing of a king on the throne.

“Janus, get her naked.”

Janus’s hands were on me in an instant, but he wasn’t quick about it. His cool fingers caressed up my stomach as he lifted the hem of my long-sleeved shirt. Living in LA could make a girl self-conscious when she didn’t exactly have six-pack abs, and without thinking, I sucked in my tummy.

But Leander smacked my stomach lightly with the back of his hand. “None of that. We want all of you, natural, just the way you are.”

I released my hold, then felt immediately embarrassed of my Buddha belly. But as soon as Janus peeled my top off overhead, he bent down and was kissing—my tummy! My squishy, soft belly that belied my hatred of all things workout related.

“Fuck, she’s soft, brother,” Janus breathed out, grabbing my waist just above my hips and then sliding my leggings—and underwear!—down in one smooth motion.

And just like that, I was completely exposed to the three fully-dressed men, all at 35,000 feet in the air. Dear God, what was next? Did this count as joining the mile high club? …or would whatever we were about to do next? Even thinking about all the possibilities had me sweating. Though I could only think of admittedly few… possibilities, that is. My imagination was shockingly narrow in these respects, and certainly had never included more than one partner, much less three.

But the three pairs of eyes on me looked ravenous, especially Leander sitting regally on his throne.

“Bend her over me. I need that sweet mouth again. And it’s time to show her this is no easy ride. And that I’m not the nice man she’s seen on TV.” He reached forward and put a hand under my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “It’s up to you if you can handle us or not. Be honest. If we’re too much, there’s no shame in saying so.”

I nodded but internally was determined to see this through. He said he wanted my mouth on him and he had no idea how much I wanted that too. In the hours since I’d had my hand on his… on his manhood, it had already begun to feel like a dream. But having him in my mouth, feeling the power of him, his hands dug into my hair—God yes, I wanted that again.

Almost as much as I wanted to feel him inside me. I was tired of them putting it off. I hoped at least one of them would fuck me before we got off this plane. My pussy clenched involuntarily, around nothing.

“Arrange her,” Leander snapped, and then Janus’s—and Milo’s—hands were on me, bending me over the side of my former chair so that my mouth was right at—

I gasped when my cheek grazed the hardness sticking up from Leander’s pants. I opened my mouth and bobbed my lips around it through the fabric, which made Leander grab my hair and hiss, “Jesus fuck, woman. Janus, give our naughty kitty ten spankings for that. Always wait for my command.”

Janus moved behind me and then his hand was coming down on my ass. I jolted with the shock of each smack. I couldn’t explain it. But it was insanely amazing. Janus would smack my ass—which was not petite by any means, and then my entire ass and sex would jiggle in the aftermath.

And if I thought I was wet before…!

I twisted my head to look up at Leander. “Please, Daddy. Can I suck your cock now?”

He groaned, and with adept hands undid his button so that his cock sprang free. “Be careful what you wish for, pet,” he said, fisting his cock and directing it towards my mouth.

I suckered onto it, luxuriating in the velvety feel of it, licking and sucking as we became reacquainted.

Which was right when Janus landed another sharp series of spanks. I groaned and squealed around Leander’s cock in my mouth, which seemed to pulse and grow bigger every moment.

“Get your fingers in her,” Leander said, sounding a bit choked. I gloried at eliciting that response from him. Me.

“Stretch her,” Leander continued. “Because I don’t know how gentle I’ll be able to be.”

Oh my God! Did that mean he planned to—? Was I really about to finally lose my virginity?