“Daddy,” I panted, fisting the duvet as I arched my back and… definitely did not beg, bitches. Icommanded. “Please.”
“Good boy, that’s it, so good for me, you’re going to come for Daddy now, aren’t you?” Roman asked in a deep, thrumming voice that was pure sex.
Me? Isaac? Didn’t matter. The way my boo was moaning and writhing around next to me, he was just moments away from his release.
And honey, I was right there with him.
“Answer me, Jules,” Daddy’s voice centered me, anchoring me just as I was about to float away on a blissed-out, orgasmic wave that I’d been needing and missing for way too long. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the sensation already beginning to rush through me.
Isaac’s hand found mine, and I forced my eyes open because I needed to see.
The flush from Isaac’s cheeks had spread down to his throat and chest. His eyelids were fluttering as he tossed his head from side to side and bucked his hips against Daddy’s fist. It was better than I’d ever imagined… and honey, I hadimagined.
“I’m… I need… oh, God…” Poor baby wasn’t even speaking in complete sentences anymore, and if I hadn’t already been right there myself, that would have definitely been enough to push me over the edge.
“That’s it,” Roman urged in a low, possessive growl. “Come for me, sexy boys.Now.”
There was that commanding tone again. And bitches, my body responded like it never had before, erupting over Daddy’s hand just as Isaac shot all over his flat little stomach and chest, a cum geyser that sexed up the room and sent my head reeling.
“Fuck,” Roman whispered, slowly stroking us through the last of it, then looking down at us almost reverently as he kissed Isaac’s thigh and rested a protective hand on my hip.
“Fucking hell,” I echoed, sinking back into the super comfy mattress and closing my eyes. “That was…”
Yeah.
Isaac made a soft, contented noise next to me, and I reached out for his hand again without looking, smiling to myself as our fingers entwined. It was a perfect fit… and Roman was a hell of a Daddy. He really did know how to take care of Isaac.
And maybe me, too, if I was being totally honest. But why start now? None of it was real anyway, and it would all be over once the weekend was… which was hard to remember when I felt so good, and Isaac felt so good next to me, and Daddy was cleaning us up and tucking us under the covers and crawling in all warm and big and comforting alongside us.
Just saying, a girl could get used to this kind of pampering.
But she shouldn’t.
She really, really shouldn’t.
And I’d be sure to remind myself of that in the morning.
8
Jules
The smellof pastries and fruit—cherries?—had snuck its way into a fabulous dream I’d been having, dragging me awake. It still felt like I was floating in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of my life, so I probably wouldn’t have bothered opening my eyes, not even for the cherries, if it hadn’t been for the way my stomach was rumbling.
Which, it had to be said, was not a cute look during a hookup.
But whatever.
This wasn’t even supposed to be my hookup, was it? And anyway, Daddy was an American. They’d turned being loud and unfiltered into an art form, and if he couldn’t handle my stomach being obnoxious, then he definitely couldn’t handleme.
Isaac murmured something next to me, his sweet, sleepy voice finally snapping me all the way back to reality.
Oh. Right. Daddy didn’t need to “handle” me… the man wasn’t even in bed with us anymore.
I frowned, but then smiled because my sweet sugarplum was in my arms. We’d cuddled before, but waking up with him with my body still sated from sex and the room smelling like pure man and his naked body nuzzling against me? It wasn’t a bad feeling. Okay, it was my new favorite. But it still wasn’t one I could let myself get used to, since there was no way it could last.
I kissed the top of his head. He wasn’t really my boyfriend, but he was naked and warm and mine for now… and still asleep, so I could get away with it.
