Page 81 of Playing By Their Rules

She watches me from beneath hooded eyes while she unsnaps her bra and lets it fall from her chest. Her pert nipples are begging for my tongue, but I sit back on the couch in front of her, patient. She lifts one breast, then the other, then runs her fingers over her nipples.

“Pinch them,” I say.

She does. A soft gasp issues from her lips.

Chance returns with a box of condoms, lube, and some wipes. He sets them on the end table next to the sofa, then takes off his clothes. He grabs a condom, rolls it on. With his dick fully erect, he lies down on the rug.

“Get over here, baby girl,” he says. “Let’s see how deep you can take me in your pretty little cunt. Maybe I can reach that tickle you’re so worried about.”

Maisie crawls to him, her ass swaying. I bite back a groan. I get to be inside that heaven tonight?

She swings a leg over Chance’s waist and lowers down. The two of them look so hot together—usually it’s Chance who prefers to stand back and watch the action, but something about seeing Maisie like this makes me hesitate for a moment. I drink in the sight of her eyes fluttering shut as she impales herself on Chance’s dick. He reaches up to cup her tits, his fingers gripping.

“So good,” Maisie murmurs. “This feels so good.”

“Am I getting the tickle?” he asks, a salacious expression on his face.

Fuck, we sound like dirty old men, talking like this, but I fucking love it.

“Almost,” Maisie says. “I need Ethan, too.”

I don’t even bother undressing all the way. Shirt off, push my pants down, free my dick. Condom on. I won’t just shove into her, though. Lube first.

“Angel,” I say. “Put your hands behind your back, grab your elbows.”

She’s clumsy with it, but Chance holds her steady, whispering encouragement.

I snatch the lube, open it, get that slippery liquid all over my fingers, then I rub it over Maisie’s crack, press my fingers inside of her a little. Her body shakes.

“You like this?” I ask, pushing a finger farther in.

“I don’t—I don’t know. It’s so different, so strange.”

“I think you do like it,” I say, and I thrust the finger in and out before adding a second one and pushing in again, pulling out.

Maisie’s whimper is music, my favorite song.

With one hand, I grip her forearms, still lined up behind her back.

“Get ready, angel,” I say, lining up the head of my dick with her back hole. “Deep breath. Daddy’s coming home.”

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Maisie

“Daddy’s coming home,” he said.

Holy heck. Those dirty, dirty words. These men. They take and they take. But what they give? It’s so much more.

They waited for me for five years, just like I waited for them. If ever a romance was meant to be, ours is.

I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, but Chance reaches between us, lightly spreading my arousal around on my clit and rubbing slowly. It’s not going to take much to get me there again. Especially with his thick cock, stretching me open, sliding against every nerve as he pumps into me with slow, lazy thrusts.

The fat head of Ethan’s cock is still pressing at my back hole. I tense up at the very thought of intrusion.

He smooths his hands over my arms, his touch soothing and gentle. “It’s going to feel good. Just take some deep breaths. Open for me, angel.”

My deep breath turns into a groan as he presses inside.

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