Page 95 of Milked

We all suddenly burst out laughing, and all my nervousness was gone. “It’s perfectly fine with me, Sweet Boy, as long as it’s okay with our Finn.”

“Oh, it’s more than okay with me,” he said, suddenly grabbing Ryder by the back of his head and pulling him in for a deep, sloppy kiss, using their entire bodies in it.

Once they pulled away, they climbed into the bed and took turns kissing me.

Finn trailed pecks along my skin down to my cock, not wasting time sucking me off. Meanwhile, Ryder nibbled on my nipples, biting lightly.

I got lost in their touches, kisses, and sucks, as they completely spoiled me with their love.

Finn popped off me, making sure I didn’t come before it was time, looking up at me. “Are you ready for us, Daddy?”

“More than ready.”

“I think you should be on your hands and knees. Ryder and I can take turns more easily.”

I sat up and rested on my knees, keeping my body low to the bed. It was so vulnerable and something I wasn’t used to, but if I could fuck in a sex club, I could do this. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this often, but they deserved to have all of me at least once.

“I’m ready for you both. No need to work me open.”

“Aww, too bad. I was looking forward to sinking my fingers inside of you,” Ryder said, surprising me. He was responsive and sexy, but it wasn’t like him to talk dirty. I ate it up.

I chuckled. “If you insist, of course.”

They both jumped on it, shoving fingers inside me at the same time.

“God, I can’t believe I’m in Daddy’s ass,” Finn said. “This is like the forbidden zone or something.”

Ryder giggled. “Yeah, his virgin hole is going to be so tight.”

I laughed again. “Where did this dirty-talking Ryder come from?”

“I’ve been practicing.”

“Indeed? Well, it’s working.”

After they spent too long playing with my ass, I’d had enough. “Okay… It’s time you fucked me. I’m ready.”

Someone smacked my ass, and I looked back over my shoulder and glowered at my boys. “That was not in the plans.”

They both sat there looking oh too innocent, gnawing on the corner of their bottom lips like fucking twins before they burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Finn said.

“Flip you for it,” Ryder said.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors?”

“Go.”

I turned my head to look back again to see them literally playing the game. “Seriously?”

They did it three times, and Ryder won the two out of three with the paper on Finn’s rock.

“You boys are unreal.”

“Hey, we had to be fair about it,” Finn explained.

Ryder grabbed my hips but stopped. “Actually, I think you should go first, Finn. You’ve been with Daddy the longest, and I think you should get the first taste of him.”

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