It was all I needed to hear.
I thrust forward, Isaac’s ass accepting me beautifully this time.
And… damn. How had I ever been content before with just one boy in bed at a time?
I didn’t have an answer for that, but as Isaac’s cries of pleasure started to escalate and Jules' hot, muffled moans joined in, I knew one thing with utter, complete certainty.
I certainly never would be again.
I needed them both.
I needed them always.
And right now, I needed to fuck Isaac’s heavenly ass until he screamed my name, fed Jules his cum, and learned exactly how good it was to let himself be mine.
14
Jules
Kissing Isaacfor the first time yesterday had been like finding a full-sized lip color inside the free-gift-with-purchase bag. And watching him come yesterday? I’d figured it didn’t get any better than that, not when we weren’t even real boyfriends.
But now we were, and not only had I finally tasted my baby’s arse the way I’d always wanted to, but Daddy—that glorious, bossy bastard who knew how to turn me inside out like no other—had told me to suck my boo’s monster-sized cock, and honey, I washerefor it.
Seriously, if Isaac was never going to top, this was as good as it could get, and I was in heaven.
But then, like the gift that just kept on giving, it got even better.
“Jules,” Isaac panted, tugging at my hair. I even let him. “Please.”
I slid that monster out of my throat, because I was all about being selfless right now—love would do that to a girl, it seemed—and looked my sweet baby in the eye.
“What do you need, sugar plum?” I asked, wrapping my hand around his cock while I waited to hear his answer, because I wasn’tthatselfless.
“Let me,” he started, his eyes glazing over and his pale legs trembling as Daddy started giving him what we’d come here for. “Let me… oh God. Jules. Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse and deliciously desperate. “Let me have yours?”
“Have my what?” I asked, dragging my acrylics up his shaft just to see him shudder.
Daddy really was good to me, giving me permission to play with such a pretty, pretty toy.
Isaac stared up at me with wide, hungry eyes as Daddy’s cock forced beautifully obscene sounds out of that sweet mouth of his. And that mouth…oh. Now I knew what my baby had been asking for.
You can’t really blame a girl for being slow on the uptake, because trust me, honey, I may have still been moving, talking, and oozing raw sex appeal, but that shit was purely instinct. Ninety percent of my blood supply was in my own poor, neglected cock, and that didn’t leave nearly enough in my brain to keep up with things like higher conversion.
But Isaac wanted my cock, and since Daddy was already filling one hole, that meant my boo wanted me to fill the other.
Daddy had told me not to touch it, though… which definitely should have gotten my inner diva’s hackles up. Instead, it was like this whole “be good for Daddy” thing had become my new drug, and I was going to have to come, and come hard, before I could eventhinkabout kicking the addiction.
“Jules, our boy needs you, sweetheart,” Daddy said, as if the man was tuned into me twenty-four-seven.
A girl could get used to it.
“Oh, did you want me to do something, Daddy?” I asked, licking my lips as I looked back at him—big and hot and hairy, sliding that impressive tool of his deep into my baby’s arse.
Unnnnggghhhh. Someday, that was going to be me, but it really must be love, because watching Isaac take it was almost as good.
Daddy fixed me with a burning stare, his lips quirking up like he knew I was baiting him.
That’s right, bitches. I knew what he wanted me to do.
