Page 51 of Vegas Daddies

“Alice, sweetness, you need to be quiet.” Match shuffles further up the bed and places a hand over her mouth, muffling the moaning. “Good girl.”

“You are,” says Lifesaver. He adds a finger to where we’re joined, and rubs her clit in circular motions. “You’re taking him so well, sweetheart. Maybe you could help Match and me out at the same time.”

A breathless “Yes please,” exits her mouth.

“Good girl.” Lifesaver joins Match further up the bed and releases his cock.

Alice grabs it.

Puts it straight into her mouth.

“Can you do me too, sweetness?” Match guides her hand to his length.

She clutches it.

Smooths her hand up and down his length.

“That’s a good girl.”

“You’re doing incredible, darling.”

“I think,” Lifesaver says between ragged breaths, “we should film this at some point. What do you think, sweetheart? Would you like that? Just for you and us to see.”

“Yeah.” Sweat beads down her forehead. “Fuck, yeah. I’d love that.”

Risky business now that we have Peter in the equation.

She meets my thrusts with an arched back, even when I increase the pace. It’s the fastest I’ve moved inside of her so far, and still, she urges me to go faster.

“I can’t, darling. I’ll come.”

“Good,” she says. “I want you to do it inside. Deep.”

I grip the inside of her leg as support. Pump in and out of her erratically. My head fogs, and the room blurs. The universe is me and her, and we’re floating in a vacuum far removed from reality and planet earth. From everything. Sweat beads down my forehead, and faintly, I taste the salt on my lips.

But it’s nothing compared to the sweet sensation that consumes my body.

I drum into her once more and release my cum.

She moans. “That feels amazing.”

I slide out of her and tag Lifesaver in since Alice’s mouth is still wrapped around Match’s cock. His closed eyes and lolled back head suggests that he, too, is away with the fairies.

Stars haze my vision. I blink them away and grip the corner of the sink when I reach it to steady myself, more out of breath than a fucking marathon runner.

I splash my face with cold water to snap back to reality, then rejoin the action, circling Alice’s clit as Lifesaver begins to fuck her. She’s still dripping wet, and after a minute or so, my fingers turn pruney.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” Lifesaver spreads her legs even further apart and increases his thrusts.

God doesn’t even know what’s running through his head. The shit he was in before was bad. Deeper down than the fucking grave I’ve already planned to dig when we’re caught. Fucking his best friend’s daughterafterfinding out that indeed, Alice is the “baby” Peter is so overly protective of, puts Lifesaver between a big rock and a very fucking painful hard place.

At some point he’s gonna have to decide which direction to take.

But who cares about the future? It exists only in the mind, and the present is called so for a fucking reason. Alice is a gift. The devil reincarnated perhaps, but a gift that keeps on giving.

Three times.

Yes, one day Peter will find out, but so what? He needs us more than we need him. The only weapon the man knows how to wield is a keyboard. Sure, in the world of politics it’s quite the weapon, but we’re dealing with real life here. Real stakes. It’s a life or death situation.

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