This is a level of pleasure I never could imagine and the sounds that escape me only prove that.
Both of my cupids have their lovely pink hands on me while I take everything they are willing to give.
Cupio gets rougher with his thrusts, causing Ladybird to lean forward, using her palms to hold her weight. Her sweet titsbouncing right in my face with every thrust. I feel fucking needy as I grab one with a hand and suck her nipple in my mouth.
I feel like I’m reaching my limit with stimulation and sexual overload, that is until Cupio’s fingers slip around the base of my cock, adding a few fingers inside of Ladybird’s pussy while she fucks me.
“That’s it. Fuck, you two feel perfect,” Cupio praises.
Ladybird moans from the stretch and I try to use her breast to muffle my own whimpers, but fail.
“Oh gods,” I rasp out and Ladybird leans back ever so slightly, making her take more of Cupio’s fingers.
“Are you going to make a mess, pet?” Ladybird whispers in my ear before moaning, reaching her own peak.
I fall apart.
Bucking into Ladybird and taking the delicious stretch of Cupio’s cock. I’m not sure what noises rip out of me. All I know is nothing has ever felt this good, and I’m always going to be patient if this is what I get in return.
Cupio’s thighs smack against my ass, making me moan and cry out in pleasure as he grunts and I feel him pull out, the hot spurt of his cum covering my ass. He slides his finger slowly out of Ladybird, making us both wince.
My entire body feels like jelly as Ladybird slides off of me and plants her head on the crook of my shoulder. I pet her soft hair, wondering if this is what it feels like to be truly loved and understood.
No one’s ever been able to give me this.
It’s not even the sex.
It’s this intimacy after. As Ladybird rests against my body and Cupio lies down, wrapping an arm around the both of us. I never truly thought I deserved to be cherished, but right now I realize it’s not that I didn’t deserve it. I just never found the right people.
Multiple showers, fucking, and sleep later
Apparently cupids need more sleep than reapers. I do my best to sneak out between both of them, neither of them stir and Cupio just grabs Ladybird by the waist, dragging her body closer to his.
I put my underwear on and head to the kitchen. It’s only once I’m in the pantry I realize I don’t know how to cook shit.
I riffle through the pantry, finding pancake mix and do my best to follow the directions. A few of them turn out under done, the others overdone. I maybe should have also whisked the batter better.
But hey, there are pancakes.
I grab three mugs from the cabinet and smile as each one says some cliche phrase on it. I fill up the mugs, purposefully putting the one that saysmatchmaker daddyin Cupio’s spot.
My cheeks heat when I think about how he washed me in the shower and the way he held me at night. He’s a large man, but he’s a big ole’ fucking softy in the middle and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I could tell that Birdie has also liked the attention. It may be foreign to her, but she likes it all the same.
“Pancakes are supposed to be my job,” his deep voice says from the doorway.
“You two were sleeping. I thought it would be something nice to do.”
“It is,” he says, wrapping his arms around my middle and kissing my shoulder.
Yup, a total softy.
I hold up the matchmaker daddy mug to him and he laughs. “Matchmaker daddy, huh?”
“Birdie got it for me last year as a white elephant.”
“Do you like that title?” I ask, flipping the last pancakes.
“I would like it from you,” he says. Nuzzling my neck with his beard. “I know I’ll never pry it from Birdie. Though maybe she should be called daddy,” he says with a laugh.
