Page 132 of Their Perfect Daddy

“YES! Yes, please, Daddy. I want you inside me.”

The next few moments are filled with quick movements, a healthy amount of lube, some focused fingering, and encouragement on my part. My boy has only bottomed for meone other time. He always seems more focused on ensuring Danny is the one being fucked, but I know he likes it too. That’s why I told our princess to watch this time.

Well, and also because he needs to see bratty behavior can have consequences.

By the time the head of my cock presses against his hole, we’re all panting like we’ve run a marathon. It’s all that can be heard in the otherwise silent room.

At least it is until Monty lets out the most sensual moan I’ve ever heard. With each inch he sinks down deeper, his façade falls apart. I watch the screen, noting his pleasure and how quickly he adjusts. It’s all information I file away for later use. This is going to become a regular occurrence.

“You take my cock so beautifully, baby.” My words are coated in gravel, the desire I feel giving them a hard edge I can’t control.

Monty hums, nodding along though his eyes are closed and his head thrown back. He’s all feeling now. I doubt he knows what I’m saying at all.

“Danny,” I call out without looking his way.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Come here, Princess.”

He’s up and over to us in an instant. His cock pokes out from the top of the lace he’s wearing, the head a fountain of precum. If that wasn’t enough to tell me he’s aroused, then his blown pupils and heavy breathing would be.

“Watch Daddy so you can repeat when it’s your turn,” I tell him. Then I address Monty by saying, “Time to ride, baby. I’ll help you get started.”

My hands come around him, one landing on his chest and the other on his abs. The hug gives me enough of a grip to guide him as he moves up and down. It’s a slow start with how lost in everything he is, but he manages well enough.

Danny watches with awe, his gaze solely on where my hands touch Monty. He doesn’t even look at the golden, thick cock practically begging for attention before him. Nor does he pay any mind to how Monty’s ass grips me tightly.

No, it’s my hands on Monty’s chest that have his whole attention — just as I knew it would.

“You like seeing me touch him, don’t you?”

He nods quickly.

“Do you want to touch him too?”

He nods again.

“Then get closer. Move my hands how you want them,” I command.

Stepping forward, he gets close enough to touch, yet not so close Monty can’t keep moving. I let my muscles relax as Danny takes over. He uses me to stroke and squeeze all over. Something about it all feels different than anything else we’ve done so far. I think it’s because for once, I’m being used instead of leading. While I’m still Daddy — still the Dominant partner — they’re expressing how much they want me to be involved as well.

Monty tightens around me when Danny uses me to squeeze him. It also makes his eyes open for the first time since we started. His bouncing stutters to a halt as he takes in what’s happening. Then his gaze meets mine in the camera screen.

“Are you recording us?” he asks, his voice unsteady.

I shake my head. “No, baby. I wouldn’t do that. I just wanted to see your face. Wanted to know when you felt good.”

The slight tension in his form dissipates at the truth of my words. “Can… can we record some other time? Just for us.”

“If our princess is ok with it, I don’t see why not.”

“I’m in!” Danny rushes to say.

We all laugh at the eager tone. Those laughs turn into moans as Monty picks back up riding me. I know I won’t last much longer at this rate. My balls are already aching to come.

“Monty, baby,” I say to get his attention. “I need you to pull out our princess’s cock and stroke him. We all need to come. I’m not going to last.”

There’s a groan quickly followed by a gasp. When I look past Monty’s body, I see he’s doing just as I asked. Our princess has given up the act of using my hands. Instead, he’s touching Monty himself while my hands remain firmly planted on Monty’s pecs.

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