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And like the good little girl she is for us, she keeps her mouth exactly like that until the last burst of cum drops on her chest. Once it's clear I'm done and have given her everything I can for now, she eagerly drinks down every drop before licking at her lips, trying to get every last taste of me.

"Now that you've had your milk, you're going to be a good girl for Daddy, aren't you, beautiful girl? And then we're going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

I get off the bed and lean over, claiming her succulent mouth in a deep kiss, relishing the taste of myself on her lips. The only thing that could possibly taste better is having Kaz's essence in her mouth instead.

"It's my turn now," Kaz warns as I pull away from her sweet lips. My usually happy-go-lucky partner is on the last of his frayed edges, and I'm rather enjoying the look of him so very out of control. "And I have to warn you, sweetums, I'm not going to be gentle about it."

The blinding smile she gifts us nearly takes my breath. The eager way she wiggles on the bed before Kaz swats her meaty thigh sends a spark of life through my spent cock.

That and the way Kaz looks at me as he lines up with her empty cavern before stuffing it.

"Fucking hell, sugarbutt," he groans out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "She's tight. Tight, wet, and so fucking hot I'm gonna blow too soon."

Zelda throws her head back as he ploughs her, one steady thrust after another. She finally lets go of her control completely, pulling at her restraints and crying out in abandon as Kaz touches her little love button while he fucks her literal brains out.

My hand slowly strokes my dick, carefully encouraging it back to life so I can have my turn at the helm again. Not that it takes very much to get me hard and aching again. Watching all that is Kaz's golden beauty defiling our red-haired princess certainly does the trick.

"Yes! Daddy, please," Zelda begs as Kaz fucks her hard, fast and furiously.

The muscles in his ass bunch together as he fucks into her harder, faster and with more vigour than I've ever seen from him before.

And he's shown plenty of vigour in the past.

"That's it, sweet, sweet princess. Take it all," he urges as he continues to lose himself in the bounty of her booty. "Come for Daddy, sweetums. Come over my cock like the good girl you are."

And Zelda does precisely that.

She comes all over his cock.

Spectacularly.

Even I can see the fireworks exploding as she lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure when Kaz pushes into her one more time before falling over the damn cliff himself.

fifteen

Ice My Cookies

Zelda

"Fisting farts, that stings!"I cry out as I pull my hand from the piping-hot oven rack. Bringing my burning finger to my mouth, I suck it in, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. This is what I get for trying to do something out of my comfort zone.

The last few weeks with my new Daddies have been absolutely fantastic. After our ridiculously insane first time together, I've pretty much moved into their bedroom with them. But if you're thinking it's one colossal sex-fest, you are utterly mistaken.

This girl has a strict bedtime.

And dammit, they are really strict about it too. I need all my sleep, have to eat all my veggies, exercise for health, not weight—and a healthy work-life balance. Whatever the hell that meant.

But even if I'm not being kept up into the morning hours with two men double-teaming me, that doesn't mean we haven't found the time for some amazing play. They're even talking about taking me to a club. And that would just bethebestfreakingthinginthewholewideworldever!

And to say thank you, why not do something sweet and special for them? You know, something neither of them can do as far as I know.

So I looked online for a few foolproof recipes, got the ingredients from the local grocer, and even sacked off work for the afternoon to give it all my attention.

Three hours and many attempts later, I'm thanked with a burnt finger, a messy kitchen, and a ridiculous number of underdone or way-too-crispy cookies.

Pushing down the overwhelming urge to burst into uncontrollable tears, I kick at the stupid oven door and stick out my tongue at the alarming noise it makes when it bangs shut.

It serves it right for hurting me.

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