Page 28 of Gifted To His Dad

I moan, causing Cole’s dick to grow even larger as Griffin descends between my thighs and licks a path up my core, sliding his fingers into me.

My hips move on their own while I swallow, trying to take Cole deeper, but no matter what I do, it’s not enough. I need more. I need them to fill me until I can’t think of anything but them.

Griffin’s fingers are slick from my pussy as they travel down and press against my back hole. I nearly come off the bed at the unfamiliar sensation.

Cole retracts from my mouth as Griffin nips my thigh, holding me in place.

“I want to take you here.” His breath fans over my clit, and my entire pussy clenches.

I’ve never tried this before, never wanted to, but something about it being him—them—has me nodding.

“Good girl,” Griffin says.

Cole passes him a bottle, and cool liquid runs down the seam between my cheeks.

I tense.

“Relax, Baby Girl. We’re going to make sure it feels good.” He says it just as his finger breaches my rim.

Every one of my senses is focused on where he’s touching me. The sensation is foreign, not quite uncomfortable, but not pleasurable either.

Cole’s crisp green eyes take up my field of vision before he kisses me. His tongue is soft and gentle as it slides over mine, pulling my attention. Any unease slips away with his slow, teasing touch, and the new sensation of Griffin’s finger turns sweet.

Cole doesn’t release my mouth as he cups my breast, thumb rolling over my nipple just as Griffin stretches me wider, adding another finger.

I gasp, mouth falling open, each of his thrusts growing more intense. I squirm between them, unsure of how I’m feeling. Griffin licks my clit, ending any semblance of thought, and I feel nothing but good. The way he’s filling is suddenly not enough. My clit pulses with each pass of his tongue, and my core clenches, a feeling of hollowness taking over.

I twist my fingers into Griffin’s hair, forcing him down.

“I need more,” I beg, not caring how I sound.

Cole removes my shirt, which is bunched around my shoulders, then lifts me onto his lap in the middle of the bed. My knees are on either side of him, and I cry out when his cock notches at my entrance, then fills me. I drop my head to his shoulder as he slowly rocks into me. With each of his movements, my clit rubs against his abs, sending shock waves down my spine.

“So good,” I whisper into his neck, and his grip tightens on me, his movements growing faster.

“Don’t make her come yet,” Griffin says as he pours more liquid down the seam of my ass.

“Easier said than done,” Cole grunts, stilling.

I bite down on Cole’s shoulders as three fingers fill me. The dual sensations are almost too much as they both start moving. This time, I can’t stop myself from rocking back, my hips moving on my own.

“That’s my good girl,” Griffin says, leaning over me and brushing my ear. He pulls his fingers out, and I whine at the loss of them.

His palm grips my ass, spreading my cheeks. “Do you want to take both of us?”

My head snaps up, eyes wide on a smiling Cole. “Can we do that?”

I can see him fight against his laugh, but he chokes it down. “Yeah, Eve. We can do that.”

I glance back at Griffin. “Will it hurt?”

“I’ll be careful.”

Anticipation of having them both take me at once overcomes any fear I’m experiencing. “Okay.”

Cole pulls me down so my chest is flat against his, and he spreads my legs wider with his knees. He brushes a strand of my hair back. “At any point, if you want to stop, we’ll stop.”

I take a deep breath. “I trust you.”

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