Page 54 of Falling for Them
I slam down the thought as soon as it rises, because again, Joel has absolutely no place in this moment.I’m here with Mr.Tyler and Sebastian, and they have a daddy kink, and I can get on board with that, especially when they’re touching me in this way.
They each caress one of my breasts.Their calluses are different.Sebastian’s hand has rough fingertips, and Mr.Tyler’s are softer.They also have different techniques of manipulating my nipples, but each one is just as powerful.A moan escapes my lips.
“Have you ever been with two men at once?”Mr.Tyler asks.
“No,” I say, my voice soft.
“New territory for you, little girl,” he says.
I nod.
“We’re both going to give you our cocks tonight, and you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.“I’ll try.”
It’s the right answer.His eyes darken even further, and he kisses me again.I drink in their touch, and Mr.Tyler’s kiss, and this whole bizarre night that I never could have predicted, not in my wildest fantasies.
As if communicating in some secret way, both men let me go at the same time.I wobble forward, as if I could recapture their attentions on my nipples.
“I want to look at you again,” Mr.Tyler says.“I want to touch you.”
“Yes,” I say.“Yes, please.”
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I might insist she be a good girl, but fuck, this body was made for sin.
“I’m going to fuck these tits,” I murmur, biting the edge of her ear and then licking it.
She shivers.
“You cold?”Sebastian asks her.
“No,” she says, shaking her head.
“No, what?”I say.
“No…Daddy.Daddies?”
“Either way,” I say, then I lift up her arms and place her palms on top of her head.“Let your daddies look at you again, little one.”
Her body trembles slightly while Sebastian and I gaze at her, smoothing our hands over her shoulders, her breasts.Her skin is amazingly soft, her body curvy.Her big brown eyes watch everything I do when I’m in front of her, and I can’t resist kissing her forehead.
Sebastian and I don’t do much more than offer light touches and kisses, and pretty soon, Ella’s wiggling, shifting from foot to foot.
“Impatient?”I ask.
“I thought we’d be doing something fun, like fucking,” she says.
“Tsk, language, little one,” I say.
“I’m not allowed to say fucking?”
I give her ass a quick, light swat.“Don’t be a brat.”
Laughing, Sebastian says, “Please be a brat.I love punishing brats.”
Her ass cheek is turning light pink from the spank and she murmurs, “I’m sorry.”
