Too insane for anyone to think I could keep going like this and not shoot down his throat like he was all but begging me to.
“Wait, Jules,” Daddy said, fucking into my boy hard. “No… no fucking coming, baby. Not until Daddy says.”
“Mmmfphhh,” Isaac said, moaning something around my cock that sounded exactly like I felt.
Horny as hell. Close to exploding. Hot and frantic and desperate to get off already, but locked right where we were until Daddy gave permission.
“Please,” Isaac begged.
No, me.
Isaac was still sucking my cock, but this queen didnotbeg, so I was just asking for Isaac.
“Daddy,” I panted. “We need… dammit,Roman.”
He laughed. The manlaughed. I would have turned and scratched his eyes out if he hadn’t immediately followed it up with, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this. Go on, brat. See how close you can get yourself. Fuck his mouth, but take care. Let him taste you, but don’t come. Not yet.”
I hated him.
Hated him.
Hated…arghhhhh.
I didn’t hate it. Why did it feel so good to be told no? And no, bitch. I was never,evergoing to admit that one out loud.
In the past, I’d always made sure to come first when I was on a random hookup. It was one of the first rules of hooking up, really, since a girl never could depend on those random guys to do a damn thing once they’d gotten themselves off. But now? With Isaac’s hot little mouth and Daddy Roman’s maddening bossiness, both bringing me to the very edge, over and over andoveragain?
I found myself trying to hold off for as long as humanly possible.
For them.
They were enjoying this just as much as I was.
And honestly? As selfless as I was being, giving my boo all the cock his throat could handle and making Daddy happy, too, with this little show of obedience of mine… it also felt pretty damn good. Once I’d gotten over the shock of spontaneously wanting to be Daddy's good boy after all, not to mention turning into such a generous lover, I realized that, actually, thiswasselfish. In the best possible way. It was the best damn sex of my life, and that was all about who I was doing it with, and what they were telling me what to do.
And I really had to thank Daddy Roman for making it all happen.
After I’d gone through the trouble of setting it all up, at least, so I definitely got some of the credit here.
But without Daddy, there wouldn’t have been a reason for Isaac and me to pretend like we were a couple. Without him spanking me earlier, there wouldn’t have been a reason for the amazing aftercare that had sent me somewhere I definitely wanted to return. Without Daddy dicking my pretty dumplingdown, there wouldn’t have been an excuse to feel my cock sliding down the back of his throat.
Life just worked out perfectly like that sometimes.
Almost too perfectly.
But I felt too damn good right now to question it. Not with my cock still stuffed into Isaac’s eager little mouth and Daddy pounding his recently devirginized hole for all it was worth.
Isaac’s muffled moans were becoming more and more insistent with each thrust Daddy and I made, and sweet babyBalenciaga, that sound was nearly enough to make me lose control.
My newly-found generosity in the bedroom had its limits, after all. And this obedience thing? That was definitely a shaky commitment, at best.
Daddy must have been thinking the same thing. He picked up the pace, slamming his hips into Isaac’s perky little atdr until the boy was practically sobbing, his whole body rocking under me and threatening to send me over the edge at any moment, Daddy’s rules notwithstanding.
“Daddy,” I gasped, holding on by the tip of one glitter-encrusted nail. “Daddy.”
“You can wait,” Daddy Roman growled, which could have been meant for either of us. “You can be good for me, Jules. You’re my boy. My gorgeous, fierce, incredible boy.”
Daddy was a bastard, hitting me with all that praise like he knew it would only make me desperate to hold on even longer for him. Which I couldn’t. Honey, I mean couldnot. There was no possible way. I was already panting with the effort, practically curled around Isaac’s head now as I fucked his poor mouth like it was a glory hole with a birthday boy behind it.
