Neededmore.
I needed Jules, too. They were my matched set. My perfect boys. I couldn’t even imagine being with one without the other.
As if reading my thoughts, my bratty queen inched closer and turned his head to the side, putting his mouth to work on my balls.
Every muscle in my body tightened at the dual sensations rocketing through my cock. My hands tightened around the backs of their heads just to keep myself upright. With Isaac bobbing more and more confidently up and down on my shaft while his boyfriend took one of my balls completely into his mouth and letting out a low, barely audible hum?
Fuck control. My boys were going to make me come.
“Jules,” I panted, holding his head in place for a moment as my vision started to blur. “Both of you… Isaac… so fucking good.Christ. My perfect… perfect boys.”
Isaac’s face lit up at the sound of his name, and his needy whimper as he finally managed to take me all the way down to the base was all it took to send me over the edge.
It just about killed me.
“Fuck,” I gasped, knowing for sure that coming had never felt this good.
Somehow, I managed to pull out just as the first hot jets spilled out, sending them spilling over Isaac’s fist and streaking across his cheek instead of forcing him to choke on them.
He looked incredible in my cum.
I’d have to make sure it was a look he wore daily… once they’d both agreed to be mine.
“Beautiful,” I groaned as I painted him with the final spurts. Isaac’s eyes were wide, and a startled gasp escaped him as he reached up and ran his fingers through the spend on his cheek.
Jules rocked back on his heels and beamed at the two of us. “Aw, my boo’s first facial.” He sighed, hands over his heart. “Seems like just twenty minutes ago when he was a total virgin. And now…”
I laughed, long and hard, the release feeling almost as good as the orgasm. Mind-blowing orgasm, two beautiful boys, sweetness and snark?
Perfection.
I had no idea how I’d gotten this lucky, but I knew I’d do anything necessary to hold onto them.
“And now...” I finished for Jules, pausing to pull Isaac to his feet and then kissing him deeply and nearly coming all over again as I tasted myself on his tongue. “Now we canreallystart to have some fun.”
Because now, I could focus on them.
Both of them.
And with the edge taken off by their eager attention, making my boys feel just as good as they’d made me feel was the only priority I had.
If I was lucky, the only priority I’d ever have from this point forward.
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Jules
Sweet baby Jesusin a motherfucking manger.
I wasn’t sure what was hotter—watching Isaac take that thick cock down his throat for the first time or seeing his pretty upturned face streaked with Daddy Roman’s cum. Actually, scratch that. There was no “hotter,” there was just Isaac. And honey, let me tell you, as someone who’d been up close and personal with plenty of cocks over the years, cocks attached to men who’d come in every flavor from mouthwatering to gorgeous, I hadn’t even come myself yet and I could already testify that being a part of this with my favorite sugar dumpling was better than all of that.
I wasinvestedin Isaac having a good time. Obviously I was. I loved my little boo. It made a difference. And Daddy Roman? The man was pushing buttons I hadn’t known I’d had—fine, bitch, that I’d never wanted toadmitto—and watching him get off, not to mention the delicious taste of those heavy balls of his still lingering on my tongue, was setting me off like nothing else.
“Need you too, gorgeous,” Daddy Roman said, pulling me to my feet like I weighed nothing.
“Jules,” Isaac said, looking drunk and debauched and delicious, still wrapped up in Daddy’s other arm as he reached for me, too.
Then Daddy kissed me, Isaac nuzzling in and nipping at my throat while Daddy’s firm mouth took mine and owned it, and dammmmmnnnnnnnn. A girl could lose herself. Daddy tasted of cum and man and Isaac and applause. Everything good. And for a single, solitary second, I gave in and imagined I could keep this.
