Page 131 of Their Perfect Daddy

Danny bites his lip as he looks at Monty. “Tell him.”

“I think you should do it. You’re the one with this bright idea after all. I’m only here to be emotional support.”

His reply makes me laugh. They both brighten at the sound, as if making me happy is a reward for them.

Fuck.

I love them so much. Even when they’re causing trouble, there’s no doubt in my mind they belong to me. Just as I belong to them.

“Danny, please go sit in the chair,” I say, pointing to the wingback a few feet away. “And Monty, come here.”

While they shift, I take the time to turn off the recording function of the camera. I leave the window open though, since it gives me the perfect view to watch what I normally wouldn’t be able to.

Once Danny is seated, I pull Monty down onto my lap. He gasps at the feel of my hard cock beneath him. The image of him on the screen makes the moment more delicious. Because whilehe normally kept his cool early on in our relationship, his face now shows a different story.

All his bratty behavior is stripped away. It’s replaced by lust strong enough to have me groaning as I bite down on his shoulder over his clothes. My brat shivers, tilting his head to the side to give me access to the bare skin there.

I trail my mouth over his languid form. Each press of my lips or graze of my teeth seems to ignite his desire more.

Then there’s the whimpering boy across from us.

Danny’s sitting in the chair with his legs spread and his hands on his thighs. They twitch on his skin, as if he’s fighting against touching himself. It’s a fucking beautiful thing to behold.

“We’re going to show our princess what happens when you try to trick Daddy,” I faux whisper to Monty.

He nods quickly. On the screen, I can see his eyes are closed tight, and it makes me wonder just how much he’d agree to in this state. What will my boy let me do when driven by his desires?

“Take your clothes off.” At my command, he leaps to do as I asked.

Glancing over at Danny, I tell him, “Get me some lube, Princess. I’m going to need it for our brat’s tight little ass.”

The way the two of them freeze is comical. It takes a few seconds for them to start up again. When they do, it’s with a flurry of movement.

As they work, I unbuckle my slacks and slip my pants off. I leave my underwear on in an effort to keep them focused. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for either of them to get back into position.

Danny hands me the lube, then shuffles back to his seat. He’s being so well behaved. I’m almost tempted to let him join in. If he keeps this up, I’ll have no other choice.

Good boys get rewards.

Monty stands before me, fully nude. Every inch of him is covered in muscle. The bronze planes call for my touch, begging for attention in a way I can’t resist.

I trail my fingers across his chest and down his abs. They tense under my scrutiny. It brings a smirk to my face knowing I have this sort of effect on him. It’s the same for me. He just can’t tell past his own desire.

When my hands reach his thighs, I make a point to avoid his erection. He’s a leaking, throbbing mess before me, and I love it. I can’t wait to watch it bob as he bounces on my cock.

The thought is enough to nearly make me stop my perusal of him. Except, there’s a part of him I had a hand in and want to give attention to. Tapping his leg, I motion for him to lift it to my knee. When he does, I immediately trail the fingertips over his surgery scar.

I’ll never forget what seeing him on the operating table did to me. The pain and fear is etched into my soul for all eternity.

And yet, the feeling doesn’t overwhelm me anymore. I know he’s safe and alive and best of all, happy. He’s able to play the sport he loves, be with the men he loves, and run a charity organization for kids he cares about.

Leaning forward, I kiss the scar. He gasps as my lips brush over the raised flesh. A glance at Danny shows he’s got tears in his eyes. I’d worry if he wasn't smiling so big.

“Time to take a ride,” I say as I ease his leg back down. Monty’s gaze snaps to mine.

“You want me to…”

“Sure do, baby. I know it’s not something we do often, but I’d —”

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