Page 16 of Eloise's Daddies
“Words, Eloise,” Daddy urges.
“Yes, Papa,” I whisper.
“Yes, what, sweet girl?” Papa taunts.
My face heats. “Please add a second finger to my naughty bottom, Papa.”
“That’s my good girl.” He lines up a second finger and pushes them both in slowly. “Is your pussy wet, Eloise?”
“Yes…” I breathe out. It’s soaked. I might drip on the floor.
Papa fucks my tight hole a bit faster. “Would you like me to rub your clit, sweet girl?”
I moan. “Please, Papa. Please rub my clit.”
He reaches between my legs with his other hand and strokes between my folds. “I want to feel your bottom clench around my fingers when you come.”
He’s not going to have to wait long. I’m about to explode. If only he would hurry up and touch me in just the right place. He’s avoiding my swollen nub. He circles it, pulls the hood back, and gathers wetness from my pussy. I will him to touch my clit.
When I can’t take the torture any longer, I resort to begging. “Please, Papa!”
Finally, he gives me what I crave, flicking my clit a few times before pinching it hard.
My orgasm comes fast, consuming me, making my entire body clench. Papa definitely gets what he wants though. My naughty little hole pulses around his fingers.
It’s not until I resume breathing properly that Papa removes his fingers. While he washes them in the sink, Daddy lifts my limp body up and flips me over so I’m cradled against him. He coos at me, stroking my cheeks and my chest as he rises and carries me out of the bathroom.
Papa follows close behind.
Daddy settles me in the center of the king-sized bed in his room. This cabin has two master bedrooms. Papa is supposed to be in the other one, but I secretly hope we can all three sleep together every night. It’s not something we have the luxury of doing often since one of them is usually working security on the Ranch part of the night.
I’m suddenly wide awake as both men remove their clothes. In fact, I come up on my elbows to watch the show. Even though I just had a delicious orgasm, I’m far from sated. Papa did not touch my throbbing vagina.
I’m the luckiest girl on earth, and I’m reminded of this once again as both men climb onto the bed with their impressive erections bobbing in front of them.
I often have sex with only one of them, but sex with both is so much better. They usually tag team me, switching me back and forth between them until I’m crying out and begging for them to let me come.
It works both ways. They force themselves to endure the prolonged sex by doing so, withdrawing and passing me off over and over just before they might have come.
Papa slides onto his back next to me. “Climb over me, sweet girl. Straddle Papa’s cock.”
I scramble to do as I’m told. This position is one of my favorites. I never have to go very long between one of them withdrawing and the other penetrating.
I’m so ready that I line myself up with Papa’s thick erection immediately.
He grabs my hips. “Someone’s eager.”
I squirm. “Papa… Don’t tease me.”
The moment he allows me to impale myself on him, I do so, arching my chest. The breath leaves my lungs. It feels so good every time. I’m not sure why I’m shocked. It’s like I can’t remember how much I love this position.
Daddy flattens himself to my back, holding me upright, his hands coming around to cup my boobs. His lips land on my neck. “You’re the sexiest Little girl on earth,” he whispers, stroking his thumbs over my nipples. “I can’t wait to get inside you. Bend you over your Papa so I can watch your tits sway while I take you from behind.”
I mewl.
Papa lifts me up and down on his cock several times before he groans and tugs me off. He’s breathing heavily. His jaw is tight. I love that I affect him like this. Both of them.
“Hands on your Papa’s chest, Baby girl.”
