And Isaac.
And everything.
Then Isaac made a pretty little sound, his arms coming around me and his thick cock jamming into my hip, and it was too perfect. Too much. I pulled away before the ridiculous fantasy wormed its way even deeper into my heart and caused the kind of damage it was hard to come back from, because a girl just didn’t get that lucky.
But I still wasn’t giving up the last half hour. It had been hotter than I would have ever imagined, even though I’d been the brilliant bitch who’d set it all up, and that shit would be burned into my memory and saved in my personal spank bank for a long, long time.
“Kiss me, too,” Isaac said the minute I tore my mouth off Daddy’s, tipping his face up to me.
I couldn’t.
I’d never stop.
I’d do one better, though.
“We need to take care of something else right now, sweetie,” I said, reaching between us to rub that amazing cock of his through his trousers.
His eyes went wide, his mouth falling open, and the most intoxicating sound I’d ever heard falling out of his mouth.
“Such beautiful boys,” Daddy murmured. “You take such good care of each other.”
Damn right, we did. Although if I was being honest, Daddy was taking pretty damn good care of us, too. He’d pissed me off more in one night than I’d normally ever put up with, but the man just didn’t scare off. Kept coming back and making me feel… things. Like it wouldn’t even matter how much I railed at him, he’d just keep right on being solid and steady and hot as hell and giving me and my boo what we needed anyway.
It was… horrible of him. I hated it. So, so much.
“Can I take this off you, gorgeous?” he asked, his hands already slipping under the plunging neckline of my bodysuit.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, about to tell him to take care with it—a good bodysuit wasn’t cheap—when I realized he already was. And the feel of those big, hot hands on my skin?Honey.
“You are gorgeous, Jules,” my boo said, running his hands over everything Daddy bared with his eyes lit up like it was Christmas.
“You need to be naked, too,” I said, because all that worshipping from the two of them was… well, it was my just due, of course, but it was also too good.
Besides, Isaacdidneed to be naked. First, because I needed—and bitch, I meanneeded, on a visceral level—to finally see that fat cock of his in the flesh after a dozen years of imagining what he was packing under his clothes, but second, and most importantly, because the sweet little sugar pop needed to be taken care of properly. That was literally the entire point of bringing him here.
Based on the sexy streaks of silver in Daddy’s hair, I was guessing he wouldn’t be up to actually popping my boo’s sweet, swollen cherry anytime soon—men of a certain age needed a bit of recovery time, butLordcould the right one make up for it with stamina, skill, and some truly inventive creativity—but that didn’t mean he was off the hook when it came to making Isaac feel good tonight.
“Daddy,” I said, making myself pull away from their hands. “Get Isaac’s clothes off.”
Daddy’s lips twitched. “The queen has spoken,” he murmured, making Isaac giggle.
I sniffed and tilted my chin up, hamming it up. “That’s right,” I said with an imperious wave. “Now make it happen. I want to see every inch of my sugar pop’s… sugar pop.” I winked. “And that is alotof inches, Daddy, so I hope you’re up for the the job at hand.”
Isaac blushed red, and Daddy gave one of those hearty belly laughs of his, and… ugh. It felt almost as good as sex.
Which was what we needed to focus on. My cock wasmorethan ready for some relief, and Daddy needed to—
Well, Daddy should just focus on Isaac, the way I’d planned. I could take care of myself. But my boo? He needed more than just a throat stuffed with cock, and I was exactly the selfish queen to make sure he got it. Because sure, I’d had a front row seat to the very best live action pornoever, but what I was really looking forward to?
Finally seeing Isaac let all that pent-up, virginal frustration of his out.
Cum, bitches. That was what I was talking about. I wanted to see my baby come, and Daddy Roman had promised to make him do just that. And yes, he’d said he wanted to makebothof us feel good, but now that I’d had a little fun of my own, I planned on getting back to our original agreement.
This night was about Isaac, not me, and whatever greedy impulses I’d been indulging just needed to be pushed aside for the greater good now—for the greater good and to protect me from forgetting this wasn’t mine to keep—at least until my little lamb’s cherry had been thoroughly popped, topped, done, and dusted.
Which meant we’d get at least one more night, since the Cuffd event was running all weekend, I was booked here through tomorrow, and no way would our Daddy’s cock be up to plowing my baby’s hole the way he deserved without the proper recovery time.
I mean, Isaac’s Daddy… who had stripped my sweet dumpling down to his skin, just as the queen had commanded, and was now herding us both to the suite’s truly impressive bedroom like a man on a mission.
