Page 12 of My Fantasy Daddies

Walking to the center of the room, I took in the gigantic bed in the center of the room.It had eight fluffy pillows with cases the same shade of coffee brown as the comforter that was turned down to expose the white sheets beneath.The room didn’t have a single window, but all the lamps cast a soft glow.An open door suggested a private bathroom, which made sense.I didn’t want to leave the club covered in sweat and bodily fluids after a little fun.

My scan of the room barely took a few seconds, and then I heard the door shut.Heart rate spiking, excitement and need twisting and burning low in my belly, I swung around on my heels to face the three men.They loosened their ties, tossing them aside as their eyes raked over me from head to toe and back up again.

It was difficult to focus on just one of them.My eyes darted from one to the other to the other.Malcolm didn’t wear cuff links, so as soon as his jacket was off, his shirt followed.All those tattoos that climbed his neck also branched down his chest and sides.Ink covered eighty percent of his upper body.

And what a delicious body it was.Hard ridges.Toned muscles.He was huge, but he didn’t have a single ounce of excess fat.He deftly worked his fingers on his belt without taking his eyes off me.I wasn’t sure he was even blinking.

Fuck, that was hot.Having all his attention.Knowing he was going full beast mode from his hunger for me was enough to make me self-combust then and there.

Mr.Panther popped a few buttons on his shirt as he clawed it off.He had a sleeve of ink on one shoulder and down his arm, identical to the sleeve on Malcolm’s arm.What stood out the most was a dagger and arrows with two words in Latin.Sine pari.

Without equal.

“Were you in the military?”It wasn’t like I had a lot of experience with tattoos and their meanings.Papa didn’t have any that I was aware of, and while Otto and Astro had some, they were related to their previous line of work protecting French dignitaries in not-so-friendly parts of the world.

“Army,” Malcolm answered, drawing my attention back to him.Something in his voice sent a small quake through my heart.“All three of us served together.From basic training all the way until…” He shook his head and cleared his throat.“Until the end of our military careers.”

Crossing the space that separated us, I pressed my palm to the center of his chest.His nose flaring, eyes dilating, he covered my hand with both of his.I couldn’t imagine the terrible things he’d seen.I’ve never once had to witness the harsher sides of life firsthand, but I wasn’t ignorant to the reality of them.

Meeting his dark eyes, I saw the hauntedness in their depths.“Whatever your military career required of you, I’m glad you’re here now, Malcolm.That you each made it out of there so you could get to me.”

Three passionate curses bounced through the air.There was no violence in the exclamations, but the sheer reverence, the pure heat, of those words stroked along my body like a physical caress.Mr.Panther stalked up behind me, pressing his now-bare chest to my back.His mouth dropped to my neck.I arched back into him, my body having a will of its own as I lifted a hand to hold him to me.

“Parker,” he murmured as he kissed and nipped his way across my shoulder, his fingers finding the zipper under my left arm.I could feel how hard he was through his slacks.His dick was massive, just like the rest of his body.I turned my head, brushing my lips over his jaw.“Your panther’s name is Parker Tatum.”

Malcolm dropped to his knees, pushing up my skirt while his friend worked on unzipping me.I was so distracted by Parker’s mouth that I didn’t notice when Malcolm unsnapped the bottom of my bodysuit, exposing my drenched pussy.Less than a second passed between the material disappearing and his mouth covering me.

As soon as his tongue found my clit, I detonated.“Fuck!”I screamed, my body convulsing from the shock of so much pleasure.

His tongue was relentless, swirling around as my body became his puppet, ready to bend to and serve his every demand.Greedy slurping noises barely registered in my mind as he worked me toward a second release with nothing more than that wicked, masterful tongue.

“Get her naked,” Malcolm commanded, pulling back from me for just a moment.

With a distressed cry, I grabbed the back of his head.“More!”

He nipped the inside of my thigh.“Easy, baby girl.I don’t want to hurt you.”

“More,” I half sobbed, for the first time in my life not caring if I sounded weak.Everything I’d ever thought I knew about orgasms was a lie.I’d never, not one time, been able to achieve that level of pleasure on my own.Not with my fingers or even the little battery-operated rabbit friend I had hidden in my bedside table.

Nothing had prepared me for such a rapturous experience with Malcolm.And he’d gotten me off with just a little suction from his lips and a twirl of the tip of his tongue.

How would I survive when I came on his cock?

Esme

In a daze, I felt myself being lifted.Parker placed me in the center of the ginormous bed.His huge body pressed along my side, his hands everywhere.Trying to focus through the fog of not one but three rapid orgasms that Malcolm had so selflessly given me in the span of as many minutes—and the added need for more, more, more—I blinked up at Parker in time for his mouth to crash down on mine.

He cupped the side of my face, his fingers so big they spanned down my neck, into my hair, his thumb tipping my chin at the exact angle he wanted.With every press of his mouth to mine, he grew more demanding, but I didn’t have the brain power to pretend I knew what I was doing.Kissing wasn’t something I’d ever practiced.The only people I trusted enough to try were Amelia and my guards.

For obvious reasons, Astro and Otto were off-limits.Big ick.They were like older brothers.And unlike my sister, whom I was sure I hated at this point, I liked Astro and Otto.As for Amelia, she was my one true friend.I didn’t want to risk that just to experiment with a little kissing.

Cool air teased over my skin, and I realized my dress was gone, leaving me in nothing but my lacy black bodysuit that had rolled up to my ribs.Even that little bit of fabric annoyed me.I wanted to be skin-to-skin with my daddies.

I felt the tug before the sound of ripping cloth distracted me.Whimpering, I looked up at Malcolm as he tore the bodysuit from me.If spontaneous combustion were real, I was sure I would have become its next victim as I took in all those tight muscles working to destroy the material that I wanted gone.His dark eyes filled with dread when he realized what he’d done and the sound I’d made.

But before I could assure him I wasn’t scared, the golden lion crawled up the bed toward me.Completely naked.Muscles flexing.A matching tattoo half sleeve on his arm like his friends.Fuck, he was beautiful.Did he think I would so easily forgive him just because he crawled to me on his hands and knees?

Breaths expelled from him in rapid bursts, his thick cock bobbing between his toned legs.He moved with the confidence of a king as he moved up my body.My toes curled into the mattress, a needy whine escaping my throat.

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