“You’re doing so well, beautiful boy,” I cooed as he whimpered and whined, instinctively fucking himself down on my fingers.
He was ready.
My queen wasn’t the only one who was greedy. Isaac might have been shy and demure ninety-nine percent of the time, but the boy knew what he wanted.
And when it was just the three of us?
“Please, Daddy. I need your cock.Now, Daddy. I’m ready. I want it. Ineedit.”
I grinned. That’s right. Get him comfortable enough, get him desperate enough, give him a good enough incentive, and he was more than willing to ask for it.
Which was so fucking hot that I couldn’t even think of denying him.
I pulled my fingers out, added a generous amount of lube to his beautiful hole, and then to my sheathed cock, and lined myself up with his entrance, hissing through my teeth as his tight heat kissed my head for the first time.
“Yessssssss, Daddy,” Jules said, his eyes hooded and his hand gripping Isaac’s erection like a vise. “Give it to him. Open our baby rightupwith that thing.”
“Please, please, please,” Isaac chanted, pressing back against me. “Are you going to… is it time? Ineedit.”
“It’s time, my lovely,” I gritted out, teasing us both for a second more by rubbing my cockhead against his pretty pink hole.
Then Jules reached over and teased Isaac’s nipple between his finger and thumb, finally giving it a firm pinch that had our boy shouting, and nodded at me. “Now, Daddy.”
Bossy brat.
But he was right.
I pushed inside. Achingly slow. Blazingly hot.
“Daddy,” Isaac choked out.
“Holyfuck,” I groaned as his unbelievably tight channel gripped me and pulled me deeper, wiping out all higher thought for a moment. “So good. So fucking tight for me, baby.”
A shudder rippled through him, his arms shaking as he clutched his knees.
“Am I… am I being good?” he whispered, flushed and breathless as he raised his head to watch another inch of my shaft slide into him.
“Good doesn’t even begin,” I growled. Forcing myself to slow down. And then to slow down even more when he winced. “Baby, you’re perfect.”
Isaac panted, throwing his head back. “Good. I… I want to be good.”
And I wanted him tofeelgood.
I eased back, ready to pull out completely if he didn’t relax again within a few seconds.
Jules plucked Isaac’s glasses off his face, setting them aside, then smoothed his hair back from his glistening brow. “Try not to focus on the uncomfortable part, sugarplum. Just close your eyes and think of England.”
Isaac giggled, then moaned as it made his hole clench around me, and Jules winked down at him.
I snorted, equal parts aroused as all hell, and utterly charmed. “Or maybe you could help him in a different way, sassy boy?” I suggested, my balls aching with the need to fuck hard and fast, to plunge and take, but my willpower refusing to let it happen.
Not yet.
Not until my boys were bothtrulyenjoying themselves.
Jules cocked his head to the side as he looked up at me, but it only took a moment for him to catch on. Then he dove down and swallowed Isaac’s cock.
“Oh,” Isaac shouted, his hole rippling around my tip. And then, “Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Jules. Oh God.Jules.”
