Page 14 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

Naomi’s moans hit a fever pitch as her pussy swells on my cock, tightening with my movements. I drop a hand to her clit, circle it, and fall apart the second she does. My body shudders against hers, our heat fogging the entire window.

I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her close, securing our union. With my free hand, I reach out to the window and draw two intermingled hearts.

Naomi angles her head to see. “Only two?” she asks, her voice soft, sated.

A hand reaches in from the side. Woody. He adds two more. “Thanks for not putting her to sleep.”

I slide in and out of her tight pussy a few more times, savoring the feeling of being home for the first time in my life. “Are you ready for more?”

She says, “From Woody? Yes. You go sit down. You had your turn.”

Woody’s arms are around her before my dick is even clear from between her legs. I step back, admiring my cum streaking down her inner thighs, yet hating that it diminishes my chances of getting her pregnant.

I’ve never had a thought like that before. Never wanted to settle down. Never imagined building a castle to protect a princess.

Woody embraces her gently. “Any position you want to try?”

“His dick is at your command,” I joke to relieve my tension.

“Goody,” she says. “Then, sit.” She motions to the couch. “There’s something I want to try.”

I take a step back, giving Woody and Naomi their space. He disrobes and sits on the couch. She’s enjoying the power she has over us. I can’t help but love every second of her confidence.

Princess doesn’t hesitate. She straddles him, her knees pressing into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, and his cock sandwiched between the two of them. Her hands rest on his shoulders. She’s a natural, taking control, even with someone as reserved as Woody.

Maybe his reserve gives her room to explore a new role.

“Are you good with me being on top?”

Yes, he is. He pulls her closer, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss as he lifts her onto his tip. I watch as their bodies meld, Naomi’s hips grinding as he fully seats her.

I glance at Griz, who’s standing by the fireplace, arms crossed, eyes intense. He catches my gaze and nods, a silent agreement passing between us. There’s no going back.

Her head falls back in pleasure as she controls the rhythm. Her tits bounce. I’d put money on Woody losing his load prematurely again.

The room fills with the sound of their bodies coming together. It’s a beautiful sight, watching Naomi take control, watching Woody let go.

Naomi’s movements become more urgent, her breath coming in quick gasps. Woody matches her pace, his own breath ragged. He shifts his gaze past her. He’s going for distraction. Trying to make sure she comes first.

“Ride that cock, Little Lamb. Make him come. I’ll take care of you afterward,” Griz taunts. That’s harsh.

Naomi whispers something I can’t make out, but when she arches her back and Woody catches her nipple in his mouth, it’s clear. Damn, she asked him to do that.

Her moans escalate sharply, she loses the rhythm of her bounce, then their combined moans fill the room. Naomi’s nipple slurps out of Woody’s mouth, and she collapses onto his chest. He wraps his arms around her and offers a few more grunts and hip thrusts before finishing filling her.

I step forward to join them, but Griz’s hand on my shoulder stops me. I look up at him, a question in my eyes. He shakes his head. “Let them have this.”

I have to admit, it’s kind of cool watching their tender connection. Can all of us pull that off?

When Naomi’s breaths return to normal, she pushes off of his chest and raises her hand.

Woody’s brow furrows.

“High-five me. You didn’t put me to sleep.”

Woody shakes his head and reluctantly high-fives her, sparking laughter from all of us.

The fire has warmed the room, but drafts of cold filter in each time a gust hits the house, so we clean up and get dressed then snuggle on the couch again.

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