Page 11 of Sweet Clementine

“So if you’re stayin’ forever, why aren’t you puttin’ this inside me and makin’ me scream for you, Daddy?” I ask with a sly smile, reaching down to cup his thick cock, the one that made me a woman.

“Because we take you together,” says Banks, reappearing in the door. “And steaks are on the grill, potatoes in the oven.” He turns to Holden, who appears in the bathroom doorway. “Get her cleaned up, and we’ll feed her,” he winks, and something has me wondering if he’s only talking about steak and potatoes.

Rhett collects me in his arms, passing me to Holden, who carries me to the tub and lowers me in like I’m something precious.

“This feels real nice,” I whimper as I settle into a tub of lavender bubbles. “No one’s run a bath for me in ages.”

“We’re gonna take care of ya in all the ways now, Clementine, so don’t you worry about a darn thing, okay?” Holden says, reaching for a towel from the rack. “Now we’re gonna shower down the hall and fix supper. Come to the kitchen hungry.”

My stars, my mind is full of filth. Here they are fixin’ me a meal and all I can think about is how hungry I am to feel their cocks inside me all over again. Now that they’ve popped my cherry, I suppose I’m insatiable. But as my eyes wander over the muscles of his broad chest and thick thighs, I can’t deny that most women would likely feel the same.

“Okay, Daddy Holden,” I say, testing the name with him. Daddy Rhett didn’t correct me, either, so they must like the title. He turns to leave me to soak but I have to know; my question stops him in the doorframe. “Can I still call y’all that, even when we aren’t doing the deed?”

He looks over his shoulder at me, all smolder and charm. “Oh Sweet Clem, we are your Daddies now, make no mistake.”

Well heck, if that doesn’t make me beam.

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After my bath, all I want is more of my Daddies. But they keep tellin’ me that I have to eat, that I need to keep up my strength for all they have planned for us. That makes me excited, it does, but I’m feigning for them so bad I can hardly stand it.

I’m wigglin’ in my chair at the table, trying to find friction in the seam of my panties, anything to give me some relief from all the throbbing pressure in my pussy.

Holden and Rhett are chewing bites of steak, and Banks is sipping on his beer. Just watching them eat a damn meal has me hot and bothered. I take a nibble of my steak and lick my lips.

“What if I eat dinner like y’all want, but you give me something I want at the same time?” I ask, feeding myself another small bite, just to keep the Daddies happy.

Rhett lowers his fork, grinning at me. “Oh we’re barterin’ now?”

Holden sets his fork aside, too. “Well now sugar, what did you have in mind?”

I lick my lips. “I was thinkin’, maybe I sit in each of your laps a few minutes while we eat.”

Banks’ brows pull together. “Well that’s mighty wholesome.” He pushes away from the table and pats his lap. “Come over here sugar, you can have Daddy Banks’ lap first.” He drags my plate to his and waves me over.

I get out my chair grinnin’ because little Clem isn’t as wholesome as they think. Standing over Banks, I bend and reach into his flannel pants, the ones he put back on after his shower. He doesn’t stop me, but he does ask, “what’re you doing, you naughty thing?”

I look between the three of them. “I meant I’d sit in your lap with your big bad cocks inside me. Feed me a few bites, then let me move laps.”

“Musical Daddies,” Rhett laughs.

“Musical cocks,” I say, stealing the breath from their lungs, their eyes darkening with hunger and it ain’t got nothing to do with steak.

“You naughty girl,” Holden grins. “Alright, let’s do it.”

ChapterTen

Banks is already hard just from the conversation around it! I pull my sheer nighty off over my head, giving them a moment to moan andahover my bare body. Daddy Banks holds his erection out by the meaty base, and I slither down on it, moanin’ all the way. It still hurts, and I’m mighty sore, but the way my world instantly feels a bit better is so wild.

These men are meant to be mine, I just know it.

“Jesus almighty,” Daddy Banks gripes, pounding a curled fist against the table. “She’s so tight, so fucking tight.”

Daddy Rhett groans, and a deep rumble comes from Daddy Holden.

“Now feed me,” I moan, wiggling a little on him. He’s so tall inside my belly that I swear for a minute I think I feel him pokin’ my throat! Daddy Banks stabs a piece of steak and a chunk of potato, bringing it to my lips with a wobbly hand.

“Eat up,” he says, his voice a little shaky and a lot needy. I feel the same way, but it feels funny for a beat, feelin’ like maybe I’m the one makin’ my Daddy feel more hot and bothered for once.

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