Page 44 of Playing By Their Rules

She pauses a long moment. I hope she doesn’t say “nothing,” because there’s obviously something, and I don’t want to be lied to.

After a few more seconds, she sighs and gives a dismissive shrug. “I’m just in my head right now, it’s nothing important.”

“Well,” Ethan says, “we can help you with that. Will you let us?”

Her eyes get a little squinty as if she’s trying to figure out if this is a trick.

“We’re not going to hurt you, baby girl,” I say, smoothing a hand down her sleeve. “Let us help you, instead?”

“Fine.” She folds her arms across her chest.

“First things first,” Ethan says. “Take off your clothes.”

Pursing her lips, she does as he asks, first toeing off her shoes and socks, then pulling off her long-sleeved shirt and tossing it to one of the armchairs. Her movements hold an element of challenge. She reaches behind her to remove her bra.

“Just a second,” I say. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

I move behind her and run my hands over her breasts, enjoying the feel of the satin fabric and the silk of her skin. Her breath hitches and I nuzzle her hair aside to kiss her neck. Her cinnamon-apple scent is intoxicating. I inhale, breathing her in.

“Let’s savor this, okay?” I say.

Some of the tension eases out of her. “Okay. I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“We’ll work it out, angel,” Ethan says. He kneels in front of her and unsnaps her jeans, drags them slowly down her legs. She lifts her feet so he can remove them all the way, then she lifts them again as he slides down her panties. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, rubbing his face against her leg.

I unsnap her bra and replace the cups with my hands, feeling her nipples harden against my palms.

Ethan presses his face against Maisie’s mound. From over her shoulder, I can watch as he looks up at her and gives her a long, slow lick.

Slowly, I move my hands down her arms until I’m holding her hands. Then I bring her hands up and put them on her tits.

“Play with your nipples while he licks you,” I say. “I’m going to sit here and watch.”

I ease back onto the couch and unfasten my pants, reaching inside to put pressure on my dick.

Maisie’s eyes are half-lidded while Ethan licks her pussy. The image has me harder than ever. Her hands keep busy, fingers pinching and caressing those gorgeous breasts. She starts to whimper and her legs shake. Ethan stops, pulls away, runs his tongue over his lips to taste her.

“Come back,” Maisie whines. “Please, Daddy.”

He shakes his head. “Get up on Chance, angel. Time to ride.”

There’s no time to shove down my pants and I don’t have a condom handy, anyway. That doesn’t seem to matter to Maisie. Our girl climbs onto my lap eagerly and grinds her pussy against me, finding friction against my pants.

She pauses and starts to lift up. “I’m going to get you all messy.”

“Stay right there,” I tell her, holding her hips and pushing her back down on me. “You can get me as messy as you want. Fuck, I can feel your heat against me. You’re a needy little girl, aren’t you?”

“There’s a tickle down there and I can’t—I can’t make it go away,” she says, her voice breathy. “Please, help me?”

Fuck, I’m going to hell for loving her innocent act so goddamn much.

She starts to rub back and forth faster, and I can tell she’s trying to get herself to come. “Not yet, baby girl,” I say. “Slow down. Savor it, remember?”

Shaking her head, she says, “No, I can’t slow down. I need the funny feeling to go away.”

“Are you going to be a good girl and take what your daddies give you?” I ask. “Or do we need to hold you down?”

She looks crazed with desire as she continues to rub against me. “It feels too good, Daddy,” she whispers. “I can’t stop.”

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