Page 72 of Their Perfect Daddy

“Fuck,” he shouts when Daddy’s hand wraps around his hard cock. “That… That feels good, Daddy.”

The other man hums for a moment as he trails kisses up our boy’s neck. He takes his time, as if there aren’t two very impatient men waiting to see what he’ll do next. Then again, Daddy does have far more patience than anyone else I’ve ever met.

My cock begs for my attention as I take in the sexy picture they’re painting in front of me. I ignore it in favor of not missing out on anything. Plus, if there’s some unspoken rule about me not touching myself, I don’t want to get in trouble.

For once, I want to not be a brat. Can’t risk stopping the show.

As if he can read my mind, Daddy halts his teasing mouth on our princess to turn my way. Whatever expression I have is enough to bring a full smile to his face.

“Brat, how are you holding up?” His hands continue along the path his mouth was taking as he speaks to me. Our boy is too deep into the pleasure to focus on me, which only heightens the voyeur part of this whole damn thing.

I have to clear my throat to speak. It’s as if my raging horniness steals my ability at first.

“I’m fine, Daddy. Really turned on, sure. Also wondering what else comes with my reward besides heavy petting.”

The bold statement has him raising his brows. His smile doesn’t waver one bit though.

His hands move to grip our princess’s hips. Once he’s got hold of him, he moves his body forward until our boy is forced to place his hands on the edge of the bed or be smushed.

“You want more than heavy petting?” His hands trail from Princess’s neck to lower back as he speaks. “I think it’s a fair request.”

I nod eagerly as I keep my focus on as many different points as I can. Daddy’s hands. His face. Our princess and his tortured expressions. He’s got to be damn near ready to come with how he’s being teased.

“Yes,” he pants when Daddy’s hands spread his ass.

Daddy hums, then pauses. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

As if the words wake him up, there’s a look of shock on our princess’s face. “Umm… about that…”

“About what? The fact you’ve got a plug in this perfect ass? That you’ve been prepped for a good fucking and didn’t tell Daddy?”

The angle they’re in means I can’t see what the plug looks like inside our boy. I want to ask Daddy to show it off, but at the same time, seeing their expressions is a show all its own. Guilt runs across our boy’s face. Meanwhile, Daddy’s all amused behind him.

“I… I’ve been needy. But I didn’t know how to say anything about it. We’ve been busy, Daddy.”

“We have. It doesn’t mean I can’t take care of our boy. Hell, you could have sat on our brat’s face if you really needed some relief.”

“Wait,” I shout. “Is it an option?!”

Daddy chuckles. “So long as it doesn’t aggravate your leg, then yes. Just like I won’t stop you if you want to stroke your gorgeous cock as you watch us right now.”

My hands move before I can really register what he’s saying. I tug the blanket down from my lap, then eagerly pull my cock from the confines of my sweats.

Our boy licks his lips at the sight of my length. I can tell he wants a little taste. If he weren’t in trouble right now, I’d totally ask for it too.

A blow job won’t hurt my leg. Knowing the rules means I can bend them as much as possible.

Lost in my own pleasure, I don’t realize Daddy is back to teasing our boy until there’s a loud cry. Focusing on their connection, it’s easy to see why our princess is being so vocal.

“You’ve been spending too much time with our brat if you think you can pull one over on me, Princess.” Daddy tugs on the plug in our boy’s ass, then pushes it back in. The movement is slow enough to tease, yet I have no doubt it’s as effective at fucking with our boy—oh, that’s a funny accidental wordplay.

I nearly snort at my own thoughts. It’s then Daddy decides he’s done with the teasing. He pulls the plug out and tosses it on the end of the bed. I stare at the bright pink stone on the end of the handle with awe.

This had to look amazing in our boy’s ass. I’ll have to ask him to show it off again to me later.

“Time for your reward,” Daddy bites out as he grips his cock. “Open wide for Daddy.”

Our princess drops his face to the bed and reaches back to spread his ass. I whimper, my fist tightening at the obedience I’m witnessing. I may be a brat; however, it doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate someone on the opposite end of things.

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