Page 192 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Did you bite your Sir?” I asked her.

She giggled. “I couldn’t help it. Do you see how absolutely bitable his ass is?”

Wyatt tsked. “Laugh it up, babygirl. I’ll return the favor in a minute.”

Peeling his boxers off, I slapped either side of his ass a few times, giving him the benefit of a warmup. This was for pleasure, not discipline. Raising the paddle, I brought it down several times in a row on the lowest part of his butt. I loved the way he pushed into each swat, murmuring happy noises. Wyatt wasn’t into pain simply for the sake of it, but my intention was to make him feel good.

“Go ahead and position yourself in between our girl’s legs. Let’s see if she’s laughing as you worship her pussy.”

Wyatt rose on his elbow, tugging her up toward him. He removed her thong with flair, chucking it over his shoulder. She fixed her position, parting her legs so he had the access I’d demanded. He played with her pussy lips, teasing his fingers inside her before lowering his mouth. From the way she threaded her fingers into the thick red locks of his hair and her eyes rolled back in her head, I knew he was at the right spot. Switching my target to his upper thighs, I derived pleasure fromWyatt lifting his head and letting out a string of curses. Oh, I could play this game forever.

“Sir!” Kennedy’s toes flexed and her heels tapped the mattress.

“Sorry, babygirl. Alden is currently using my ass as target practice.” Wyatt glanced over his shoulder, his eyes dark with desire.

“Don’t mind me,” I said in that husky tone I knew drove them both wild. Continuing with the leather paddle, I aimed instead for the fuller part of each of his butt cheeks. Running my hands along his body, I loved the way Wyatt relaxed under my touch. He managed to return his focus to the task, one hand holding Kennedy’s hip against the mattress. His fingers slid inside her pussy as he lavished attention on her clit.

Her moans grew louder, edging out the crack of the paddle. She orgasmed beautifully, her mouth open in a perfect ‘o’. I gave them time to collect their breath while removing my clothes.

Kennedy blinked her eyes open. “You’re so handsome, Daddy,” she said in a seductive purr.

“Thank you, babygirl. Why don’t you get down here on the carpet and show me how much you missed me?”

She wasted no time in shimmying off the mattress and lowering herself to the floor. Wyatt flipped around as if he was about to enjoy the event.

“You can join her.” I indicated with my finger letting him know that I expected to lead here. “Once I’m nice and hard, I’ll fuck you while you claim our girl.”

That got him moving. He found a hair elastic from his seemingly endless collection, pulling his hair out of his eyes and securing it in a low tail. The style accentuated his cheekbones and cupid-bow mouth. He knelt next to Kennedy and pressed a kiss to her temple. Flicking my gaze between each of them, the moment seemed like nothing short of a miracle. Two semi-obedient brats on their haunches, waiting patiently to pleasure me. Taking a mental snapshot of the simple moment with my eyes, I kissed them each in turn.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a serene glow on your face, Sir,” Kennedy whispered.

“I’ve never been this happy, babygirl,” I replied, my heart full and my mind thinking of how much fun the three of us were going to have. Intimate moments like this with the three of us would be even more special.

Wyatt tilted his head to the side and smirked. “Just wait until we make your eyes roll back in your head, Daddy.”

“Since you’re still being a brat after I thoroughly reddened your ass, wrap your lips around my cock and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir.” Nudging Kennedy, he nodded toward me. “Wrap your hand around the base and keep it there, beautiful.”

Without a word, she obeyed, rubbing lightly while Wyatt took me into his mouth. He lavished attention on every inch of me as if making up for lost time. Our fumble in the bedroom seemed to be erased from his mind as he sucked faster. Though I wanted to close my eyes and fully immerse myself in the feeling, I kept my gaze on the two of them. Kennedy whispered encouraging words for a few minutes until her lids were half open, eyes darkening as she watched.

“Go on, sweetheart,” I said to her. “Take turns.”

Kennedy licked her lips as Wyatt slowly released me from his mouth long enough for her to deep throat me. Before I could praise her, my boy reached through my legs and gently massaged my balls. That was new. In fact, I couldn’t remember anyone else pulling the same move. He increased his speed enough for me to forget how to form words. I was experienced sexually but his touch on one of the most sensitive places on my body nearly brought me to my knees.

“Wyatt…” I managed to say his name.

“Do you want me to stop, Daddy?”

“That feels so good, but I want to finish inside you. Let’s bring this to the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.” Wyatt blushed almost as red as his hair.

Kennedy sank back on her haunches waiting for direction.

“On your back, babygirl.”

Wyatt assisted her to her feet, looking at her adoringly. Her cheeks were flushed and a few tendrils of hair hung down from her messed-up ponytail. She laid down on the bed as gorgeous as ever. He looked over his shoulder at me, clearly smitten. I swaggered to my nightstand, grabbing a condom for him and a bottle of lube.

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