But the way my boo was looking up at me? Dazed and sex-drunk and so utterly grateful for what I was giving him that I justhadto hold on.
For Isaac.
For Daddy Roman.
“I don’t know if I can,” I panted without taking my eyes off Isaac’s stretched lips. “It’s… Daddy. It’s just… too good.Isaacis too good.”
“He’s perfect,” Daddy said. “And so are you.”
God, that man. His words were as good as my baby’s mouth.
“But youwillwait, Jules,” Daddy said in a no-nonsense voice that had me making truly embarrassing sounds. “Don’t disappoint Daddy now.”
I didn’t even know why I wanted to please him, but I did. It wasn’t like I’d ever given a toss about disappointing anyone before. It was the opposite. I’d made being a disappointment a legitimate pastime, starting all the way back in Year Eight.
Probably before then, if I was being honest.
But with Roman?DaddyRoman?
It was just different.
Which was stupid, since he was going to be the one who ended up disappointing meandIsaac when he left us to go back to America.
And despite what he’d said, he would. Believing anything else would be like begging to be hurt, and bitch, I wasnotinto pain unless it came with a six-inch heel and made me look fabulous enough to be worth it.
And yet… I still hadn’t disobeyed him.
I still hadn’t come.
He was right, I didn’t want to disappoint him.
And I wanted him to mean what he’d said, too. About us. About forever. Aboutthis.
But all that sentimental garbage? That was shoved right out the window when Isaac lurched up, taking the tip of my dick into the tight vise of his throat, and then hummed, looking up at me like he was telling me he loved me.
That was it.
I was going to come.
It wasn’t my fault, the decision was simply going to be out of my hands if Isaac kept hoovering my dick down like he’d been born for it. Looking at me with those eyes. Moaning underneath me as Daddy’s cock taught him everything he ever needed to know about giving up that sweet, sugary arse cherry of his.
Okay, but seriously. If I’d known my little sweet cheeks was able to suck like this? Honey, I would have thought of a reason to be his fake boyfriend a hell of a long time before Cuffd had come calling.
I couldn’t handle it.
I couldn’t disappoint Daddy.
I pulled out of his mouth and turned myself around, reaching for my boo’s massive cock to distract myself with instead.
My boo started whimpering. “Daddy, please… please… need you to… oh, God. Jules.Daddy.”
I knew exactly how he felt.
“Fuck.” Daddy’s voice was so low and gravelly that I nearly finished right then and there, in spite of my own best efforts to be good like the man wanted. “My sweet boys,” Daddy growled out, his eyes locking onto mine. “Can’t… can’t fucking deny you.”
I moved. Had to. Got myself repositioned so I could feed Isaac my cock again without letting go of his.
“Can we come now, Daddy?” I asked, stroking my boo as my head started to spin. “Please? I need it so bad, Daddy.”
