Page 33 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

The time he takes to admire my bare breasts in the mirror verges on long enough to make me beg, but he knows my breaking point, and loves taking me to it.

Cupping my breasts, he tweaks my nipples, encouraging the first drops of milk to coat his fingers. My back arches reflexively, pushing my breasts against his hands and my butt against his hips, my entire body begging for more.

Bane grins, shoves one of Diego’s hands out of the way, and places the head of the cigar against the peak of my nipple. Glancing down, I see that he’s already prepped the end of the cigar.

“Such a good girl, helping me make this the best-tasting cigar ever.”

I’m not actually doing anything, but I’ll take the compliment. I love pleasing them.

Diego’s hands trail down my body, deftly removing my comfy yoga pants and panties. “I like your thinking.”

My gaze meets Diego’s in the mirror. His hand reaches across the front of my body, taking the Colossal from Bane. Lifting the cigar to my lips, he asks, “What doyou think?”

The sweetness of my milk mixed with the flavors of the cigar is pretty damn intoxicating, but moisture and cigars don’t mix well for long. “It’s good.”

“I think we can do one better though.” Diego drags the cigar down my chin, between my breasts, over my belly, and stops in my curls.

“Hold on,” Bane says. He shoves Diego out of the way, spins me around, and sets me on the bar. “If we’re crafting the perfect cigar, I damn sure need to see how it’s done.”

Perhaps because Bane explicitly says he wants tosee, it occurs to me that being seen by the two of them is the most satisfying thing in the world. I don’t need anyone else. The thrill of Diego cigar-fucking me with other people in the room pales in comparison to being watched by the two of them.

“Then let’s get on with it,” Diego says. “Spread her legs so we can add theothersecret ingredient.”

Bane rubs his hands over my thighs, but surprises me by capturing one taut peak in his mouth, sucking gently. I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips, and I try to spread my legs, but Bane holds them together.

His hands are high on my thighs and his thumbs rub through my curls, teasing me. When restraint starts to slip, my hips buck, and Bane has trouble staying latched on. He finally relents.

“I had to make sure you were ready.” Bane shifts his gaze from my eyes to my sex as he moves his hands to my knees and slides my legs wide.

I lean back, balancing myself on the bar as he scoots me to the edge, a little uncertain how far I’ll let them go before the cigar gets a condom. We’re still in the fun range though.

Diego reciprocates the earlier action, shoving Bane out of the way. He takes his place between my legs, his erection making its best effort to tent his jeans.

It gets me so hot to see how they react to me. My thighs instinctively try to press together, but Diego puts the cigar between his lips and grips my legs, depriving me of the relief I greatly need.

The girthy cigar in his mouth cracks me up. Laughter bubbles out of me, my emotions heightened by how badly I need to be fucked.

He takes the Colossal in his fingers, and says, “Be a good girl for me and keep these legs spread for Daddy.”

Bane pokes him hard in the chest. “Don’t fuckin’ try to start that Daddy thing now.”

Swallowing hard and attempting to comply, I nod.

But I really need them to hurry. Clearly, they want to get my sex sauce on the cigar, so chop-chop. We need to get on with it, let them drool over how much they love it, then sheathe the damn thing and fuck me. Or, they could just get naked and do the same. I’m past the point of being picky now.

As if driving the unspoken point home, milk leaksonto my belly.

Why are they looking at each other and nodding, sharing a moment?

I grab the condom and hold it up.

They both laugh dismissively. Diego takes the condom and sets it aside.

Noooo!

Bane reaches into the back pocket of his pants.

“A condom’s a condom.” I can’t handle the delay.

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