Page 93 of Their Perfect Daddy

“Oh, fuck,” Monty moans. “Feels… unnggh. Yes! Just like that, Prin?—”

He doesn’t finish the words as he buries his face in my ass. I feel his hands spreading my cheeks apart while his tongue goes to town on my hole.

It’s not what I was expecting, yet it’s everything I need to tip over the edge.

I cry out as my release sweeps through me. The vibration must hit him hard too, because the next thing I know, my mouth is being loaded down with Monty’s cum. I swallow it as quickly as I can before raising up to climb off him.

Even without checking the time, I know we’re probably calling it close. And Daddy is likely to come back at any minute.

But all my rational thought leaves when I turn to face him. While the smug grin on his lips is impressive, I barely notice it for the way my gaze homes in on his chest.

His chest covered in my release.

“Fuck,”I mutter.

Monty looks from my face to his chest and back. His grin tips up as he takes my hand in his. Without hesitation, he pulls me forward until my palm is pressing against his right pec.

“Why don’t you play with the mess you made, Princess? I think it’s only fair.”

I bite my lip as I contemplate his words. Obviously, he’s right. I did make a mess of him. And I should clean it up. It’s only fair.

Climbing onto his lap, I give into the urge to play. The Little side of me rises up as I swirl my fingers through the white sticky substance. I giggle as his chest moves beneath my touch.

“Someone’s extra happy now, huh?” Monty whispers.

I nod; my words lost as I let myself go. With each twirl of my finger, I find myself more and more relaxed. It lasts until I hear a deep chuckle behind me.

“You boys having fun?” Daddy asks.

I nod and keep my eyes on Monty’s chest.

“Our princess was nervous. I might have used some alternative methods to distract him.”

“Is that so? Looks as if it worked. I’ll have to remember this trick in case it happens again.” Daddy’s hand runs along my spine. I shiver at the touch.

Looking up at him, I smile. “Hi, Daddy! I played.”

“I see. You also got a bit territorial, huh?”

When I frown, he points to Monty’s chest. It’s then I see my playing wasn’t all that playful.

I’ve spelled out my name with my release.

“Oh my god! I didn’t… I didn’t mean to do this,” I rush to say.

Monty shakes his head. “What a shame. I kind of love the branding from you.”

“I agree.” Daddy’s hands grip the back of my neck, holding me steady. “It’s good to see my boys playing together. Even if it’s a little messy.”

The teasing tone in his voice is relieving. I allow myself a moment to think over the situation. Am I really upset about it or am I embarrassed?

Definitely the latter. I’d absolutely do it all over again if given the chance.

“As much as I’d love to dive into a deep discussion about all this, we have about two minutes before the broadcast starts. Micah let me know they had a delay in getting the streaming up and running, so you boys got lucky.”

“Yeah we did!” Monty shouts.

I smile and shake my head. “Let me just get a washcloth. I’ll clean this up.”

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