Page 132 of The More the Merrier

“Do you like that?”

Writhing against the mattress, I wanted him to do it again. It was an unusual mix of pleasure and pain, as if he had taken a page out of Dalton’s book.

“Yes, do it again,” I purred.

“That sounded an awful lot like a demand.” Dalton tsked.

“I was thinking the same thing, Sir.” Grant yanked his shirt off before climbing on top of me. “How do you ask for what you want, Kendall?”

Licking my lips, I waggled my eyebrows at him as if I had any sort of upper hand, but I definitely did not. Begging wasn’t fun unless one of them forced me to do it. “Hm. Drinking your spiked eggnog last night seems to have made me forget how.”

“Is that so?” He made a show of slipping his navy lounge pants off. I drooled as I watched, wiping it away with the back of my hand. His boxers came next and he cast a coy smile at Dalton. Returning his focus to me, Grant took both of my hands in one of his and pinned them over my head. He winked seductively then licked a long line down my throat to my collarbone. “Beg.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I sassed playfully. “Just can’t remember.”

“Such a naughty little thing, even when she’s getting everything she wants.” Dalton matched my energy, sounding more amused than annoyed.

Turning my head slightly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as he followed suit, removing his navy tank top and black boxer briefs. He was hard already, and he plucked the bottle of lube from the nightstand before bridging the distance between us.Oh.My pussy was dripping wet since the moment Grant started teasing me. Dalton could either take me from behind or Grant. Either of those options would be hot as hell.

Looking up at Grant, I batted my eyelashes innocently. “Please fuck me, Daddy?”

“You can do better than that, Kendall.”

“Please, please fuck my dripping wet kitty while our Daddy fucks you?”

Grant kissed me, claiming my tongue with his and I had no leverage with his strength keeping me in place. He pulled away first. “Dalton—”

Dalton slapped either side of Grant’s ass hard. “Title.”

“Fuck.” Grant blew out a breath. He was so hot when he became flustered. I loved how he handled me but watching Dalton remind him of our dynamic made me hotter. “Well, what do you suppose we do then, Daddy?”

Ooh. This was getting good. His question was serious, but the tone was miles away from sincere. I also couldn’t recall him calling Dalton ‘Daddy’ before. All my pleasure centers lit up while the two of them went back and forth. Dalton slid his hand into Grant’s hair flush against his scalp, tugging until he groaned.

“Tone.” Dalton nearly growled, making the moment even hotter.

“I apologize, Sir.”

Dalton nipped his neck once before releasing the hold. “Add another heap of respect to your words, Santa, and I’ll let you choose.”

“Our girl seems desperate to be fucked, Sir. ItisChristmas morning and she has been veryverygood. I would know,” Grant stated in the sappiest tone I’d ever heard from him.

Something mischievous must have shown in my eyes because Dalton shot me a look. “I was about to agree but your brat looks like she wants to make an appearance. Care to share, babygirl?”

Oh, holy hell. I wanted Dalton to call me babygirl forever and always. “No, Daddy. I’m feeling downright tame.”

Both of them laughed at my declaration, breaking through any tension hanging in the air.

“You won’t be for long,” Dalton remarked.

“I believe you, Sir.” He was right, because everything the two of them did turned me into a wild, wanton girl desperate for more.

“Put your arms underneath Kendall’s head and bend her knees,” Dalton directed.

Grant did as instructed, and I assisted him in getting into the position Dalton requested. Grant slid himself inside of me with ease, filling me. My legs might have fallen if Dalton hadn’t braced my feet against his body. He stroked his cock, lubing himself up while Grant pumped in and out of me. All three of us were touching in the most intimate ways possible. Suddenly, Grant stilled.

“Relax, lumbersnack.” Dalton tussled Grant’s hair. “It’s going to feel so good when we’re in rhythm.”

“Oh god, Sir.” Grant blew out several breaths as I imagined Dalton inserting his cock deep inside of our boyfriend.

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