Page 92 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Trent knows just where to reach, where to tap and rub to make my thighs shake. God, it’s so good. Trent isn’t shy about making me come. The onset is strong and quick. I’m coming apart so sweetly.
Grant grunts above me. I must be clamping down on him, too. I peer up at him blearily.
His other hand, on his injured arm, comes up to sweep across my forehead and down my cheek. God, I’ve never felt so cherished before.
Trent twists his digits inside me, finding a new spot, a deeper spot he has to dig for. Piggybacking on my orgasm, the pleasure jumps, spirals. The thumping of Grant’s hips against my lips, his cock against the back of my throat…
My body reacts without my say so. Hands tugging on my restraints without fervor, body twisting as I search for a new release.
Trent’s strokes grow more focused—not urgent, he’s never urgent—he’s got intent. A goal he’s working toward, and he’ll get it. He always does.
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Every muscle tightens and twitches, and I jerk from the onslaught of my new orgasm and sink into the bliss of prolonged pleasure. Of knowing it’s going to last for a long, long time.
From the grumbles coming from Grant and how his cock twitches in my throat, I know he’s going to come. I hum around him, soothed by how Trent pets my ass and shaking thighs.
I take every drop of Grant’s cum as he spills into me, moaning when I’m lifted off his cock. I wish I could take him in my hand, prolong that pleasure, but there’s no option. No need.
Trent twists me around on my back, my head hanging over the edge. His cock is free, bobbing above my mouth, but he bends to whisper into my ear, “All right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His smile is small but deadly. “Good girl.”
His thumb strokes my cheek and jaw, and I open for him before he has to ask. He doesn’t hesitate, taking my mouth with his cock. Choking me with it until he finds a comfortable angle.
Big hands spread my thighs at the other end of the bed, and a hot tongue slides up my slit. Grant eats me slow.
Everything becomes languid pleasure, peaking and ebbing. Grant wrings two more orgasms out of me.
Trent frees himself from my throat. “God, I need her pussy.”
Grant lifts his head from between my thighs. “Take her pussy then.”
Like a business exchange. Calm. Accommodating. Grant even helps to haul me up over Trent’s hips as he leans back against the headboard, helping him impale me on his cock.
Fuck, it feels good.
Trent’s chest is bare now, his shirt open. Pants gone.
I’ve still got all my clothes on. And they’re tight. Restricting me almost more than the binds around my wrists. It should be suffocating, the way the fabric twists around my body, how my dress is tight around my waist, but it’s so reminiscent of the way Trent wrapped silk ropes around me.
An erotic experience that should make me feel vulnerable, but it makes me feel safe.
I peer up at him, lashes still wet and sticky from tears. He brushes them away with his thumbs and leans in to kiss me gently.
Grant is behind me, both hands on my hips. His touch firm. How he’s moving his arm is beyond?—
His cock presses against my ass and my thoughts abandon me. The twinge of pain makes the pleasure bloom.
My moan is as long as the length of his cock.
I’ve never been this full before. Sure, I’ve had them all. In every hole. But not at once like this.
Once he’s seated inside me, they both work together, holding my hips, thrusting in tandem. It’s not rough or hard. Not yet.
It’s still a lot. So much.
