Page 13 of Shootout Daddies
What a fucking goddess!She’s so pretty it hurts.
The way her fingers tease her nipples. The way she watchesuswhile she does it, like she’s already figured out how to destroy us both and is just deciding when to pull the trigger.
“Okay,” she pants, licking her lips. “Now take off your underwear.”
We don’t hesitate. Rhett’s boxers hit the floor. Mine follow. Her gaze drops.
She reaches for us—both of us. Her fingers wrap around our cocks, one in each hand.
“Shit,” I groan, already throbbing.
“Holy fuck,” Rhett hisses.
She strokes us slow, back and forth, her touch warm and slick from the sweat on her palms and the leftover shimmer of what she just did.
She looks like something from a painting—wild-haired, flushed, naked and kneeling on the edge of the bed with two cocks in her hands and this shy, dangerous smile.
“Who gets to start?” she asks.
I glance at Rhett. He raises a brow like,you gonna step up or what?
“I do,” I say, meeting her eyes. “But only if you’re sure. We’ve been drinking.”
She pouts instantly, then stands—completely naked—and holds her arms out like she’s taking a field sobriety test.
We both laugh. I have to cover my mouth.
She walks a perfectly straight line along the edge of the rug. Does a little spin. Grins. “See? Not drunk. Just nervous.”
“How nervous?” I ask, reaching for her waist to pull her gently back.
She shrugs, glancing down. “It’s been a while.”
“How long’s a while?”
She hesitates. “A few months. Since I’ve… you know. Done anything.”
Rhett climbs onto the bed behind her again and murmurs in her ear, “You’ve already come twice, baby. Your body knows it’s okay.”
She swats his chest with a playful laugh. “Stop.”
We both lean in to kiss her then—me on her mouth, him along her shoulder. She relaxes instantly between us, her breath softening, her hands roaming.
My cock is pressed against her hip now. She feels it. Shifts just enough to make me groan.
“I actually have something that could help,” I say against her neck.
She tilts her head. “Oh?”
I slide off the bed, dig into the drawer beside it, and pull out a small rose-colored vibrator. “Ever use one with someone before?”
Her eyes widen. “No.”
“You wanna try?”
She nods.
Rhett lays her back on the bed again while I flick it on—softest setting first. She spreads her legs automatically now, no hesitation. Her thighs fall open like a secret just for us.
