It was the same way when I was pregnant with Lyla, but…the partner I had backthendidn’t seem too interested in getting me off.
“I know,” I say, feasting my eyes on him.
He smirks, shaking his head. “Save all this pussy for Daddy, did you?”
I nod, biting my lip. “All for you.”
While my boyfriends play nice once in awhile when my libido demands it, most of the time, we try to keep our relationships private. But there is always a hint of competition, and while everyone is on board and on the same page with things, it’s still fun to play with their natural competitive sides. Especially when it’s just the two of us.
Richard knows that if I left this garage and wanted Tripp or Dane, I could have them. And he’s more than fine with that, knowing they can give me things he can’t.
Like a baby.
But the same can be said about Richard. His brother and stepbrother know I’m head over heels for my Daddy. They know the rules, and they’re more than accommodating.
And the rules are whatever Amelia wants, she gets.
Maybe that makes me a brat, but after everything I’ve been through, maybe being demanding and getting what I want is exactly the revenge I need. Once, I was one of many, and now…
Now I am the center of the universe for three very different, very amazing men, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Fucking hell, Mia,” Richard bites out as he tosses my underwear aside and finds my wet, aching center with his fingers. He bites at my lip as he slides not one, but two fingers into me. “So wet for me,” he purrs against my mouth as his fingers build their rhythm torturously. He pulls them out and I whine.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” he says as he gets to his knees, sliding his hands up my thighs. “Now give Daddy that pretty pussy.”
I don’t have a moment to respond before his hot mouth is on me and I have to really engage my core to remain upright so I don’t fall clean off this motorcycle.
In retrospect, perhaps this was a terrible idea.
“R-Richie…” I say as his tongue slides between the apex of my thighs. The motorcycle shakes. I tighten my legs around his head as he shoves his tongue into my entrance, and the heat that ransacks me is like a fire.
He bites, nips, and sucks at my clit between licking and sucking me, flicking that vicious tongue in ways that are equally maddening and addicting.
“Come for Daddy, baby girl,” he says, and I feel my legs wobble and shake with my impending orgasm. “That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Give me all that cum, sweetheart.”
I can’t hold off any longer, the orgasm hitting me like a force.
I groan as it ricochets through me, my entire body going limp. Richie holds me in place with his strong, steady hands as he feasts on me. When I feel myself near the point of collapse, he licks and sucks some more until he’s wringing another smaller, but equally as euphoric orgasm out of me.
When I feel like I really am going to fall over, he gets up, picks me up off of the motorcycle, and carries me in his arms to the couch. I collapse in his lap, curling up into him as exhaustion hits me.
“Feel better?” he asks, the humor in his voice evident.
I nod against his chest. “Only now I feel like I can’t move,” I murmur. He chuckles as he holds me in his lap, placing the softest kiss on my temple. My pussy still twitches with the aftershocks of two orgasms.
“That’s perfectly fine with me,” he says softly, placing one hand over my stomach. “You can take a nap on Daddy any day, baby girl.”
I giggle at his words.
“I still have to shower…” I groan. “And get ready for bed…”
“Come on then,” he says as he gets up with me. I let him carry me across the lawn and into the house to my bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, kissing my forehead.
“Take your time, Mia. Relax a little first,” he says with a smile, and I can’t help but smile back.
When he leaves, I close my eyes for a brief moment and ride out the pleasure waves. When I open my eyes, I see Dane standing in the doorway. His amber gaze meets mine as he enters slowly.
I sit up as he heads for my bathroom. “What are you?—”