Page 93 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
I wish I was bare between them. Wish I could feel their skin and their bodies and their hands, even with mine tied, I want their skin against mine. Their sweat and the sweet slide.
But God, the way their cocks glide…I lose myself completely to it.
Trent kisses me, long and slow. He and Grant work my pussy and ass with the intent of driving me absolutely crazy.
Hands yank up my shirt, unbuttoning it to finally expose some of my skin.
Cold breaches my slick flesh. Trent always has a knife on him, and he slips the blade under the center of my bra. A quick flick pops, and the cups pull at my breasts before he peels it free. Releasing me has his rough, warm hands caressing and squeezing them. Weighing them in his hands and rolling my nipples until my core quakes.
Grant’s hand is in my hair, arching me back, and I look up at him the moment before Trent’s mouth sucks in my flesh.
The look Grant gives me is dangerous. He should on all accounts be such a scary man, but he’s not. Not to me.
“So fucking beautiful, baby girl.” His words are a murmur as he drops a kiss to my forehead. “Even more so when you’re wrecked.”
His thrusts start to overpower Trent’s, his hips slapping against my ass.
I’m blissed out. Cherished. Made to feel so fucking good.
They take me until they’ve filled both my holes with cum, and then they leave me in the middle of the bed, hands still tied behind my back.
I wriggle the little bit I’m able, my head falling to the side to see Oliver still propped in that chair, legs spread wide, slumpedlow, his gaze pure black flames. He taps his mouth with his knuckles as the seconds tick past.
I huff in distress. I need him to touch me. Even if it’s to punish me.
Finally, he draws himself up and looms over me. His pace is glacial. But his knee dips into the edge of the mattress as he peers down at me, cataloging every bead of sweat, every red mark, every drop of cum between my legs.
Soft fingertips traipse over my flesh, from my navel up my stomach, between my breasts, around my throat. His hand closes there, but he doesn’t cut off my breath. Instead, he leans in to kiss me. Softly. Once. Before his touch resumes its perusal of my abused body.
He unbinds my wrists and massages them gently, pressing new kisses to the bruises forming there.
Then his arm hooks around my waist, and he hoists me into the position he wants. My back propped on the few pillows still remaining on the mattress, my legs spread wide for him to properly inspect me.
Long fingers prod my core, slipping in easily. They hook and drag across my inner walls, and I swear, he’s scraping Trent’s cum out of my pussy until I’m aflame with want.
Then he does the same with my ass, fingering, digging, dragging. Cleaning me out.
It’s erotic and intimate, and I want him to fill me back up.
Oliver’s mouth descends on my clit. My body jolts, and pleasure floods in. The animalistic moan he makes against my folds has me shaking already.
You’d think I’d grow numb to the pleasure after undergoing the onslaught I have, but no—I’m sensitive. It’s far too easy for me to build. For me to crash and explode. It literally takes him minutes to have me crying out in bliss.
Fuck, the darkness in his gaze when his head lifts tells me we’ve just begun.
The brush of his clothes sparks my nerves as he crawls up me. His cloth-covered hard-on presses into my swollen folds, and Oliver’s pupils blow wide at the way I whine and shiver. It’s so good, but it’s so much.
And not enough.
I wiggle under him, my fingers seeking his skin under the hem of his shirt. Heat greets me, but it pauses his movements.
I know this game all too well. I trace his navel, tug at the front of his slacks, and let my hand drop back to the mattress. Only then does he resume.
“So impatient.” His soft voice is at odds with the intensity of him.
He grinds his covered cock into me again. And again. Until I’m writhing with my need, leaking arousal all over him. It prompts a defined curve at the cover of his mouth—a giant smile for him. Smug and satisfied when he reaches to unleash himself on me.
The teasing prolongs as he brushes his tip through my folds. I’m so close to begging him for what I want. The words are on my tongue when he finally sheaths himself in my core.
