Page 108 of Power Play Daddies
The word causes all three of us to freeze. Her eyes are drowsy as she watches us.
I lean in and kiss her, then whisper that it’s okay, and we are not mad.
“Okay,” she says, as I fuck her. I try to be a lot gentler with her, although it takes all my restraint, seeing as the room is filled by the sound of her wet cunt swallowing my cock.
Beau walks to the other side of the sofa, takes her hand, and kisses it. She looks up at him.
“You make us so fucking happy, baby,”he tells her.
Kieran sits and lets her rest her head on his lap. They are already administering aftercare while I am still inside her.
“Do you think you can come again?” Kieran asks her.
I slide her leg a little higher and thrust deeper.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Yes, what?” Kieran asks.
“Yes,Daddy.”
I feel my cock twitch once, a warning as my orgasm gains momentum.
“Good girl,” I tell her, rubbing a thumb over her clit and watching as her body flushes a pink color, and then she flutters around my cock and comes, triggering my own orgasm. Kieran strokes her lips and face as we both chase our orgasms.
Beau tells her she is the prettiest little thing, and she will have the prettiest babies and make us happy daddies.
It is all perfection.
We’re all there, surrounding her, each of us offering something—touch, heat, devotion. It’s intense, overwhelming in the best way. She’s ours to explore, to own, and to protect.
I clean her up after, as Beau holds her in his arms. After that, we have her drink a bottle of water. She falls asleep within seconds.
Kieran offers to carry her up to bed and snuggle with her.
As soon as they leave, Beau picks up cleaning products to work on his sofa, which has very clear cum stains on it.
“I can help,” I tell him.
“I’ve got it. But there is something I want to talk to you about….”
“What is it?” I ask, getting my own bottle of water. Beau looks at me once before spraying a solution from a bottle on the sofa.
“Go on.”
“I know why she was upset earlier…”
That makes me stiffen. “What was it?”
“It was about your brunch date with your mother…” Then, Beau proceeds to break my heart.
I dial my mom’s number, my fingers tapping against my leg like I can’t get them to stop. She picks up on the second ring.
“Mason, hey! I’m talking to the architect right now. Can I call you in about ten minutes?” she answers.
“Yeah, I bet you’re busy,” I snap, holding the phone tight, “but we need to talk now.”
There’s a pause, and I can almost hear her calculating her next words. “What’s on your mind, darling?”
