Page 9 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

Caleb is standing very close, just out of reach. He has his cock out of his pants now, and he’s stroking it while he watches us. His fist moves from the thick base to the swollen crown, then back down again. A dark, lustful expression fills his face. That’s exactly what I wanted to see. He’s watching me, his eyes on my body, and it’s turning him on so much he can’t help but touch himself. I’ve never felt so treasured, so wanted, so prized.

Meanwhile, James’s cock is filling me, stretching me. I’m impatient for him to press all the way inside so he can start pulling out again, but he just seems to keep coming in, and in, and in.

Finally, he’s fully seated, or at least as far as he can go.

“Yes,” I murmur.

“You like it?” He pulls out, just as slowly as he came in. My muscles clamp down on him as he retreats, and he mutters, “Fuck, so good,” into my neck before surging forward again.

I hold onto his shoulders, rubbing my hands over his muscles through his shirt. It’s so wrong that these guys have their clothes on and I’m naked, it’s like I’m their little toy they unwrapped to use in this filthy way.

Caleb’s stroking has increased in speed, his hand squeezing more tightly at the head of his cock before sliding back down again. The tip is shiny with pre-come, which he spreads with his hand as he slides up and down. I bet he tastes yummy.

“You’re looking awfully hungry as you stare at my friend’s cock,” James says.

I snap my gaze up to James’s face, but he’s smiling. There’s no disapproval there.

“He looks tasty,” I finally say.

“So you would suck his dick while I fuck your pussy?” James asks.

I nod. Two guys at once isn’t far from what we’re doing now, so why not? This is my night of adventure, of saying yes to all kinds of new things. “Yeah.”

“You’d like that?” he asks, thrusting into me.

I can’t look away from Caleb as I admit, “Yes. I’d like it very much.”

“Next time, doll,” Caleb says, sounding regretful. “My ex and I just broke up. She cheated, so I’m waiting on my test results. They were supposed to be in today, but there was a delay at the labs.”

I want to commiserate with him on the cheating ex—not too long ago, I was waiting for test results to make sure Troy didn’t pass along any infections. We always had protected sex—I think in part because I didn’t fully trust him—but I wanted the extra insurance of testing.

Everything came back negative, thankfully.

But all of those STI thoughts fly straight out of my head when James takes my breasts in his hands and brushes his thumbs over my nipples.

“Mmm, so perfect,” he says. “I want to take you from behind, now. Give Caleb and me a good view of this ass.”

Up we go, until I’m standing and bending forward, my arms braced on the arm of the sofa.

“You’ll have to get up on your tiptoes, baby,” James says, giving my ass a light spank.

No one’s ever spanked me before. I look over my shoulder at him in surprise.

His answering grin holds a touch of sadism. “You want another spank, or can you get up on your tiptoes for Daddy?”

Both, I want to say, but I behave instead, because I feel so freaking empty without his cock, it’s almost painful.

“Mmm,” he murmurs as he slides in. He holds my ass cheeks apart as he strokes. Freaking hell, this position is humiliating. Especially when he rubs his thumb over my asshole. “Look how pretty she is, Caleb. If you were joining in, you could be fucking her here.”

Yeah, that wouldn’t be happening. But this is all hypothetical right now, so I let them paint a dirty fantasy in which I’m a lot freer with my back hole than I would ever actually be.

And the fantasy they talk out is fucking hot. They talk about how I’d be sandwiched between them. James would hold my cheeks apart to give Caleb access. Then James spears my pussy with his cock and Caleb slowly fucks my ass.

It’s not actually happening, but as I’m bent over like this, it does sound hot. Maybe I would say yes to such a thing. Maybe I am the girl who lets herself take chances, who lets herself be vulnerable and reaps the rewards instead of the punishments.

Another orgasm is building within me. I’ve never had two in a night before, even with myself. Over the last four years, I would wait until Troy was snoring. Then I’d get the job done and fall straight to sleep. But this is definitely a night for pushing my limits, because I think I’m going to get a second release.

James’s thrusts get harder and harder. Faster, too.

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