“Right where you are,” I answered, lowering myself to my knees at the foot of the bed. “Right here within my reach.”
Isaac was tracking every move I made with wide eyes, and the little whimper that escaped from his lips as I slowly pushed his knees up to his chest nearly made me lose control.
“Hold your legs here for Daddy,” I said, mesmerized by the sight of his tight pink pucker. “That’s it. Jesus, lamb. You're so perfect and pretty for me.”
Completely untouched.
But not for long.
“Do it, Daddy,” Jules said, panting as he reached for his own cock. “Open him up. Show our baby what that arse of his is made for.”
Isaac’s cock jerked, bouncing against his slim stomach as if Jules’ dirty words felt just as good as being touched.
And they probably did.
But no one got to touch without Daddy’s permission. Not today. Not when I wanted them to take all their pleasure fromme.
“Be good, Jules,” I said sternly, batting his hand away from his beautifully smooth cock. “That belongs to Daddy, too.”
His hips stuttered, precum welling out of the dark tip and making my mouth water.
“Oh, Daddyisgreedy today,” he sassed. “But isn’t—ah.”
Whatever he’d been meaning to say was lost in the sharp breath he took as I gave his full, tight balls a gentle tug, just to remind him who was in control here.
“Green, gorgeous?” I asked, rolling them in my hand as a rolling shudder went through his body.
The check-in sparked a flicker of defiance in his eyes—a look that I wouldn’t ever get tired of, for the record—but then my sassy queen inched closer to me without another word, keeping his hands off his cock, just as I’d told him to.
“I don’t usually wear it,” he said, his haughty attitude undermined by his panting breaths. “But honey, you’d better believe I look good in it.”
I bit back a grin. Okay, then. He knew his safewords if he needed them, but this one would always defy me in little ways, wouldn’t he?
And I loved it.
“Mine,” I repeated, keeping one hand on his beautiful length as I turned my attention back to my other boy. “And this,” I added, pausing to tease Isaac’s crease with the tip of my tongue, “is also mine.”
The effect was immediate, and exactly what I’d hoped it would be.
“Oh my God,Daddy,” Isaac gasped, yanking his knees back even farther to expose himself more completely. “That was… oh, God… did you really… oh myGod.”
Jules made a low, desperate sound, his cock pulsing in my hand as I went in for another lick, and then wet, sloppy, erotic-as-all hell sounds told me they were kissing again.
I went back to Isaac’s hole, giving it the same attention I was sure Jules was giving his mouth. Teasing it gently, then flattening my tongue to lick it like I meant it. Sucking, just a little, until he started shaking and whining, the sounds muffled by Jules’ hot moans.
“Daddy,” Isaac gasped when I spread his thighs apart even wider and finally pushed my tongue against his softening entrance, the word sounding like it had been ripped out of him.
“Does Daddy have his tongue in your arse?” Jules asked, his hand finding its way to Isaac’s cock even as his own throbbed in my fist, begging me to stroke instead of simply claim it.
So I did.
“Do you like that, dumpling?” Jules asked as I buried my face in Isaac’s soft, perfect little ass, done going slow as I started lapping, prodding,devouringthat sweet, virgin hole of his. “Does it feel good to have him inside you? Does it make you want more, baby? You want Daddy to hurry up and put his dick in there instead? Do you…God, honey.”
Jules suddenly slithered to the floor next to me, leaving Isaac panting and gasping on the bed.
“Daddy, please,” Jules said, nothing but raw hunger on his face. “I can’t stand it. Let me have a taste, too. I’ve wanted that hole for so damn long, you have noidea.”
“Get him ready for me,” I told Jules, my voice pure gravel as I moved aside and fisted my own cock for a moment, lust drunk on the musky taste of my sweet boy and the unbelievably erotic sight of my sassy one diving in like a starving man to feast on what I’d already prepared for him.
