Page 34 of Her Devious Daddies

“Answer the question.” He circled his finger around the seam of her body covered by the silky material.

“I-I don’t know how much more I can take before I beg the two of you to kiss me and fuck me senseless. If you take off my panties, I’m sure I’ll combust.”

“I’m not hearing a downside,” Logan growled. “August, are you hearing a downside to our girl getting even more heated?”

“Not one,” I agreed, and bounced my hand off her right butt cheek hard.

“Ow! Please keep going! It feels so fucking good. Please?”

“Did you hear that? Sounds like our girl is begging without being told,” Logan mused. He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, tugging them to her knees and off. She parted her legs invitingly and he licked her from behind.

“Oh god, Logan,” she cooed.

“She tastes better than strawberries.” He plunged two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing her while she moaned. “That’s it, darling.”

I continued spanking her ass, loving the way my handprints left light marks that danced across her quickly reddening bottom. Logan fingered her as she writhed, swept up in her tiny moans of pleasure. He slowly withdrew his fingers and held them to my lips.

“Taste her.”

It was a cleverly worded command. I opened my mouth obediently and he let me suck her essence off of him. It was probably the hottest experience of my life, her juices combined with the tang of his skin. I couldn’t even compare it to anything else.

Then, leaning forward, Logan kissed me, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth. Making out with him, I threaded my fingers into our girl’s hair, tugging lightly to assure her she was not forgotten in the moment. Karsyn rested her hand on my cock. So much for subtlety. Something about her submissive nature and the bold motion raised my arousal.

Logan broke away first. He knelt and took Karsyn’s face in between his hands, looking directly into her eyes. “Beg for us, Karsyn. I want to hear you beg for exactly what you want. It shouldn’t be difficult since you had no trouble talking about it earlier. Say it out loud.”

“Will you fuck me?”

“You can do better.”

“Please fuck me?”

“Good girl.” Logan kissed her passionately.

I couldn’t wait to have her between the two of us. We would give her everything we had to give. Logan pulled back long enough to stand and motioned for me to get up. I wasted no time in carefully setting her on her feet, standing before sweeping her into my arms. She giggled as I carried her princess-style to the hallway. Impatiently waiting for Logan to lead us to his bedroom, I tapped my foot. I had been to his house before for dinners and get-togethers but never in his room. Logan swatted my ass before he stepped around me.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing,” he remarked. “I just wanted to touch what’s mine.”

I said nothing, my stomach knotting. I felt incredibly grateful for his presence in my life. His strong arms wrapped around me. Planting kisses on my neck. Having sex. Everything I wanted in a relationship, a Dominant and more. And we were still getting to know each other’s desires and expectations.

Following him through the hallway, I stepped into his room. His bedroom exuded masculine charm with dark-gray walls and an accent wall in complementary wallpaper. His four-poster bed took up a large portion of the room and there were scattered throw rugs against the dark, hardwood flooring. I noticed he did not have a television and took note of a window seat. It appeared cozy, though I had a funny feeling it had hidden spots for restraints. Logan had a fondness for all sorts of cuffs, rope, ties and so on.

The focal point of his room showcased handcrafted implements hanging on the wall. It was so impressive I paused and tapped Karsyn’s shoulder. We eyed the gorgeous paddles on display. I made a mental note not to poke him too hard the next time I came over. Otherwise, physical discipline or not, he would test them out on my ass.

“Wow,” I said, whistling.

“Impressive wood, hm?” Logan gave a cocky grin.

“Without you wielding them, Sir, they are very beautiful.”

“You’re right. When I wield them, they become a fucking work of art.”

“Can’t argue that.”

“I’ve been wondering about those implements for a while,” Karsyn admitted.

Glancing into Karsyn's gorgeous green eyes, I smiled. “Logan has that effect on people too.”

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