The queen approved.
“Get on the bed,” Daddy growled as soon as we stepped into the room. “Both of you.”
Isaac adjusted his glasses, his gaze bouncing back and forth between the massive four-post bed, that was more than big enough for the three of us, my bobbing cock—which yes, bitches, had my hand wrapped around it already, because a girl could only take so much without a little relief—and Daddy.
My boo was overwhelmed.
Seeing him that way was hot as hell. It made me want to overwhelm him even more. Or, better yet, watch Daddy overwhelm him. And that oversized horse cock of his, swollen and hard between his legs and drooling onto the plush carpet? Don’t even get me started on whatthatgorgeous monster made me want to do, or I wasn’t going to last long enough to enjoy the main event.
Although, unlike Daddy, I could definitely get it up for a second go, if it came to that.
“Now, boys,” Daddy said, giving Isaac’s delectable arse a gentle smack.
He squeaked, and the sharp command made my own cock jump, too. And no, honey, I wasn’t jealous of the smack.
Much.
But can I just say, thank God I wasn’t tucked anymore? Because bloody hell, that man’svoice. And hisbody. Hisfacewith all that rough, sexy stubble…
Unnnnnnnghhhhhh. Mama had chosen well.
Okay, but back to Isaac. God, I really was a greedy bitch.
Could you blame me, though? Seriously? With these two delicious men looking like they’d just stepped out of two very different but equally hot fantasies standing right in front of me? One of whom was bearing down on me with banked fire in his eyes, while the other one scrambled up onto the tall mattress with a cherry-red handprint on his arse cheek.
“That means you too, gorgeous,” Daddy said, wrapping those big hands of his around my upper arms and turning me toward the bed. At some point, he’d stepped out of his trousers, so it was all warm skin and soft fur and delicious, solid muscles crowding up against my back as he pointed me where he wanted me to go and nuzzled against my neck.
Unfair.
“Little rebellious one,” he murmured.
“Isaac is being very good for you,” I said, deliberately misunderstanding because I hadgotto stop letting him think he could treat me like his boy, too. “I think he liked it when you spanked him, Daddy.” I broke out of Daddy’s hold and turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching myself sensuously against him, because yes, greedy bitch here. I gave him what I knew damn well was a sexy pout. “I want to see you do it again.”
But not too hard.
Not for my boo.
Daddy Roman cupped my arse, my aching cock rubbing against his soft, wet one. “I might have to spank both of you if you don’t get your ass over there next to him,” he said, his tone so warm and sweet, and his hold so firm and delicious, that it took a moment for the actual words to sink in.
I gasped dramatically,this closeto snapping out a tart comeback, but Daddy shook his head, stopping me before I had a chance to get a single word out.
“Jules,” he growled. “Do you really doubt that I can take care of both of you at the same time? Do you need me to prove it?”
“Maybe,” I answered with a cheeky wink that I’d regret later if he really did follow through on with his threat of a spanking. Then I remembered that I wasn’t here for me. He needed to focus on Isaac. “But I told you, I’m just here to watch.”
He snorted. Thenerve.
I narrowed my eyes, absolutely not enjoying the way his hands were kneading my arse, forcing my cock to rub against him inthemost delicious manner. “You don’t need a boy like me, Roman—”
“Daddy.”
I huffed. But fine. “DaddyRoman. Isaac’s the one who needs you. That’s what weagreedon. I’m not even any good at… at all this. I’d make a horrible boy. I can take care of myself. I’m too—”
“I know exactly what you are,” he interrupted, his hands roaming up and down my back, still holding me close enough to that warm, solid body of his that I had to tip my head back to see him properly. “And I know exactly what you need. You have to make a decision, though. Give in and let me take control tonight or sit on the sidelines and watch… and wonder what it might have been like if you’d let yourself have what you really wanted.”
I hated him.
And of course he was right. I wasn’t about to admit it out loud, though. How he knew that I’d never been happy just sitting around while other people had fun without me was beyond me, though. I’d just met the man today… if you didn’t count the weeks that we’d been chatting online. Constantly. God, there was just something about him. I’d beenverythorough in vetting him for my boo, but even once I’d been sure he was the right one, I’d found excuses to keep popping back onto Cuffd and asking more about his life. Telling him about my day. Trying to throw him with more and more outrageously probing questions. And in person, it was even worse, because he wasdelicious.
