She wriggles down from our hold, feet steadying on the floor, but stays sandwiched between us.
I clarify, "So you go first, Dylan. Make sure she comes before you put your dick in her. That way, when you blow your load at the first touch of heaven, Daddy can give her a proper fucking while you get ready for round two."
"Sounds like a plan." Dylan's grin flashes.
"So you're ready to commit?" she says with hope.
"We are." The last shred of my sanity is gone. "I plan on riding you bare. Embracing the full magic of the auction."
"You want to put a baby in me?"
"It's one of many things Daddy plans to do to you."
"Daddy wants to be a daddy." She laughs.
"We both want to be daddies." Dylan weighs in.
"Then we better get busy." Her fingers trail down my chest, hooking my belt. "I have a feeling there's a lot you can teach me."
Chapter 8
Molly
Toby's fingers brush mine aside, firm but gentle, as he spins me toward the mirrors. The zipper of my dress slides down under his touch, cool air kissing my skin. Dylan joins in, his hands lingering like he’s prolonging the moment of unwrapping a long-awaited gift.
Shouldn't embarrassment wash over me? Instead, a deep knowing settles in my core, as if this unveiling has simmered in me, waiting for this moment.
Not knowing that I'd need a strapless bra this evening, I had to go without. Toby slides my panties down and his eyes fall shut. If I didn't have context, I'd swear he's having a religious experience.
"Don't leave the lady waiting." Dylan rips his shirt open, sends his pants to the floor, and in seconds, both men strip, baring their bodies, their erections standing tall.
Toby's palms glide over my ribs, tracing the dip of my waist onto my hips, mapping every curve with reverence.
Dylan envelopes me from behind, his cock hard between us. His lips graze my neck, teeth nipping just enough to spark fire down my spine. His arms snake around my waist, one hand dipping low, fingers parting my folds. He finds my clit and circles slowly, building pressure low in my belly.
He's a virgin? He knows that I like slow circles at first. And as I struggle to hold the orgasm back, my breaths grow ragged, my thighs clenching around his hand.
How did they know I'd want a mirrored room? I watch our reflection as he owns me.
Our eyes meet in the mirror. A smirk crosses his lips. He lifts his hand and sucks his fingers with a groan that vibrates through me. Then he offers them to my lips. I taste my sweetness, mingled with his musk, so perfect together.
Then he slides back down, switching to relentless flicks of my clit, driving me toward the edge exactly as I do when I'm alone. I squirm and moan. I love that he makes this easy.
Toby sinks to his knees, his hands stroking up my calves, then thighs. He catches my tremble as the orgasm teeters on the edge, and he grips my upper legs firmly, holding me steady as I lean into Dylan's solid frame.
The three of us couldn't be more perfect. I'm theirs. They're mine.
I lift one arm, my fingers tangling in Dylan's hair. The other drops to Toby, and he snags my fingertip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling.
It fractures me. My gasp echoes in the room.
Dylan applies firm pressure to my clit, pulsing the pressure as I get lost in euphoria. Toby leans in close and kisses my belly.
Dylan's fingers coax every last bit of pleasure from my core, leaving me limp in their hold.
Toby's warmth covers the front of me as he rises. He kisses my cheek tenderly while Dylan keeps me steady.
Time ceases to exist as I drift through the start of my new life. My forever.
