Page 24 of Thick

I must have closed my eyes at some point because when I slowly blink them open the world is brighter and more colourful than I remember.

And my Daddies are looking at me with expressions of awe and adoration.

"Do you have any idea how stupendously magnificent you are?" Kaz asks before moving to sit next to me on the bed. He leans over to check the restraints on my wrists. After I give my fingers a wiggle at his command, Kaz seems satisfied and moves down to my ankles.

While he's busy with that, Brennan offers me a sip of water from the bottle on the nightstand.

"Are you sure you've never played like this before, sugarplum?" Brennan asks as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

I shake my head before clearing my throat. "Uh-uh. I only read about things like this and discussed stuff online. I've never felt comfortable enough with any of the men I've spoken with to take it further than that."

"Are you still okay with taking things further now?" he asks me again, keeping his gaze on mine.

"Please."

His blinding smile lights me up, and the kiss he rewards me with turns my insides into a big oooey-gooey mess.

And the strong fingers teasing at the hem of my panties make me want to wiggle and beg them just to hurry things along.

"We need to get rid of all this wax, sexy girl," Kaz warns me as he hovers over my body.

Slowly, carefully and with a gentleness that completely contradicts their size and sheer masculinity, they work together to flick all the white crusts from my body. Along the way, both of them pay careful attention to the red, sensitive skin they are exposing and pepper it with wet, sexy kisses.

By the end, I'm a fudging mess.

A big pile of horny mess that needs someone to fill a hole. Or two. Maybe even three if they have a toy that’s fun enough.

"Please, Sir," I whine as a warm, wet mouth kisses the curve of my breast on the edge above my bra.

"My, my, my," Brennan responds. "Would you look at that, pookie? She even begs beautifully. Do you think there's anything our girl doesn't do well?" he asks conversationally, right before his teeth clamp down on my bra and slowly drag it down, exposing my breasts to the air.

Before I can make another noise, he puts me out of my misery—sort of—sucking the hard tip of my nipple into his mouth.

While Brennan makes love to my nipple as if his life depends on it, Kaz focuses on a completely different part of my anatomy. And I can't say I'm disappointed with where he's aiming.

The fearless explorer is heading for my most secret of gardens.

His thick fingers push aside the gusset of my wet knickers and, without pause, dive right into the depths of my sopping wet cavern.

"Fuck, I can't wait to taste you," Brennan adds while he watches his husband slurp up my juices.

My body, still held immobile by the restraints, writhes as much as it can on the bed under their ministrations, but neither man will be hindered in their mission to conquer my body.

And I am only too willing to be their prize.

Two of Kaz's fingers fill me, slowly thrusting in and out as his palm rubs against my clit. The steady in and out of his digits, along with the constant pressure against my little button of love,soon has me hovering right on the edge of what I know will be a blinding orgasm.

The tug of Brennan's teeth on my nipple, along with the feel of Kaz's fingers inside me, is so overwhelming I can't keep my eyes open or focus on the room.

I don't need to.

My Daddies have everything under control.

"Are you going to come for us, sugarplum?" Kaz asks.

A soft mewl of pleasure is the only response I'm able to give, but it seems to be enough for them.

"Of course you are, pretty girl. Because you're absolutely perfect, aren't you? Come for us, baby. Come for your Daddies."

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