Page 17 of Sweet Clementine

Epilogue

It’s the tenth time I’ve tried to get out of bed. The tenth! The fifth time I waited until they were out of the room, but the damned squeaky floorboard! And the eighth time I waited until they were downstairs but, can you believe it, Banks was in the hall, practically standin’ guard!

This time, the tenth time, Rhett’s arms are folded across his chest like he’s some military sergeant, he’s got a harsh gaze to match.

“Now what do I have to do to get you to listen?” He asks me, but I know it’s not a question I’m meant to answer. With his eyes fixed to me, his hands fall to his belt, working out of the loops of his jeans real quick. “Lookin’ for a whip on the rear, Clementine?”

I sit up, pushing the sheets down to expose my bare legs. “Daddy, I’m lookin’ for any attention I can get, but you know how much I love your belt.”

Rolling over in the covers, I show him my bare behind and give it a wiggle, glancin’ at him over my shoulder. “I’m ready, Daddy. I’ve been breakin’ your rules like a bad girl. Come punish me.”

His groan makes my skin break out in bumps, and I bury my face in the pillow to capture my cry as the first thwack of the belt strikes my bottom.

Excited for more belt burn on my bum, I wiggle my rear again but Banks and Holden saunter in, their voices crawlin’ up my back.

“I thought I heard the belt,” Holden says, a smile in his tone.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Our sweet Clem tryin’ to get outta bed again?” Banks asks, the clunk of their boots on the hardwood tellin’ me they’re comin’ close.

A hand fishes through my hair, yankin’ my head from the pillow. Lord almighty, I love it when my Daddies get rough with me. It’s part of the reason I kept tryin’ to sneak out.

Banks brings his eyes to mine and then four hands are rollin’ me onto my back. Three of my favorite men stand there, hoverin’ over me, need and delight brimmin’ in their eyes.

“I just wanted to check on him,” I tell them, not even lying because I was going to go into his room. But the truth is, I’m not mad they’re stoppin’ me either. Because my Daddies have been so slow to ease back into the fun after little Perry was born, and my body misses them something fierce.

“And we made it quite clear, Clementine, that you ought to be restin’ up, like the doctor said. If he needs to eat, we’ll bring him to ya. Otherwise, stay put and heal that pretty pussy so we can have our good girl back,” Rhett says, eyes real serious.

“And plump you up again, sugar,” Banks winks. “Little Perry deserves a brother close in age.”

Holden cups his cock over his jeans, the defined ridge pressin’ against the denim. “I need in that pussy, Clem, but I ain’t doin’ it till you’re healed.” He leans over me, brushing his lips against mine. “So obey.”

I run my tongue along my bottom lip all seductive like. “Make me.”

Before I know it, I’m on my knees in the center of the room takin’ each one of my daddies in my throat, my second favorite place to take ‘em.

Rhett bucks forward, filling my throat to the hilt, but cuppin’ my cheek all romantic like. “We’re gonna give you the belt after this for disobeyin’ us,” he grounds out, his balls tickling my chin.

He hollows me, then Banks’ hand is on my head, pulling me down on his veiny, achin’ length. I love how they’re all the same size, fat and long, stretchin’ me no matter the hole. Sometimes they blindfold me and fuck me and I gotta guess which Daddy is which. If I’m wrong, they take my ass. It ain’t even a punishment, of course.

“You let us take care of our son, and you rest up, you hear?” He says, his voice real wobbly as he leaves salty excitement on my tongue.

Holden takes his turn, slammin’ into my throat as he moans, “I love this mouth, Clem, but I need in that pussy.”

They pass my mouth like that a few more times before the tell tale gruntin’ and groanin’ starts and aside from my baby cryin’, that is my second favorite noise. My Daddies on the brink of eruption.

I take Rhett over the edge first, lettin’ him fill my mouth with all he’s been savin’ for me since yesterday. He floods my mouth, salty and warm, and then I take Banks on my tongue with Rhett’s release still in there! My Daddies are dirty, and Banks hollers something fierce at the feel of Rhett’s cum on his cock as he unloads in my mouth. When Holden pushes in, cum drippin’ down my chin because they always feed me well, he moans so loud I’m afraid little Perry might wake up! And with another feral grunt, Holden cums in hot, rip roarin’ ropes.

And you know what I do next just to drive them wild?

I open my mouth, let it spill down my breasts, and rub it all over me, grinnin’ like a fool as they watch with jaws slack. I swallow what’s left and get to my feet, saunterin’ into the bathroom.

“Go on now, little Perry’s fussin’ and I’m takin’ a bath.” I toss my Daddies a wink and listen to them gripe about me healin’ up quicker.

I’m anxious to heal, too, because I can’t wait to take them all again.

But I mighty like teasin’ them almost as much.

Want to try my Cherry Pie?

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