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Dax, overcome with the sensations as well as the mental imagery of his Daddy’s cock guiding him into their Little girl’s pussy paused for a moment, only to be rewarded with a sharp, stinging slap to his bottom.

“Keep going,” Beau growled in his ear. “Keep going until you come, until you make her come, and until I come in this tight, needy, little asshole of yours.”

The demanding tone sent him over the edge. His balls hardened, preparing for his release.

“Oh, babygirl.” He used the flat of his hand to push Tessa’s hair from her face. “You’re going to make Daddy come so hard.”

“Good,” she whispered with a sassy smile. “Do it! Come inside me, Daddy, please!”

Heat rose from his core, rising through his veins.

“Oh, yes, please,” he grunted as the release built inside him. “I’m gonna come! Daddy’s going to fill your hot little pussy with cum!” he cried, even though he knew the only thing that was going be filled was the condom he was wearing. Common sense and impending orgasm did not go well together.

“I’m going to fill your ass with mine,” Beau growled behind him.

Dax whimpered and one powerful thrust sent him tumbling over the edge and into the precipice as his body shuddered out the contents of his release. He collapsed on top of Tessa with Beau’s cock still in his ass, pumping furiously.

Another slap across his sit-spots told him that Beau too was almost finished.

With a ragged yell, Beau came, and Dax drew in a breath, now somehow doubly spent, having been both on the giving and receiving end of delicious ecstasy they’d been served. Beau slowly pulled out, leaving Dax lonely and empty

Flopping onto his back on the bed, Beau collapsed beside them, panting and turned his head to grin at Tessa. “So, little one, How was it?”

“Nice,” she answered with a dreamy smile, “and really really hot.”

“Good.” Beau glanced at the clock, and then at the two of them. “We have about an hour left. I was thinking bathtime?”

Dax didn’t really want to move; he was still processing what had happened and how much he liked it, but he knew he had to rally for Tessa’s sake. He had to be a Daddy and exercise the balance that they’d talked about just the other day.

Disentangling himself from Tessa, he stalked to the bathroom to discard the condom, and peeked his head around the corner.

“What do you say, little one? Do you want your Daddies to give you a bath before we have to take you home?”

“Mmm, yes please, that sounds heavenly.” Her voice sounded floaty and it was clear from the way she answered that she was not in Little space, but that was okay. She didn’t have to be Little for them to take care of her.

“I’ll run the bath then. Do you want bubbles, and if so, which ones?”

“Yes, please, and the fancy ones.”

He took that to mean not the kid brand and dumped three capfuls into the running water, testing the temperature with his fingers. He thought it was perfect, but he didn’t know how Tessa liked her baths.

With that done, he stalked back into the bedroom and scooped her limp body into his arms, nudging Beau’s foot with his. “You gonna join us, Alpha Daddy, or you gonna lay there like a lump?”

Beau opened his eyes and looked up at him. “Being a lump sounds kind of nice.”

Dax rolled his eyes, even though he agreed.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Beau muttered, pushing to his feet. With Beau behind him, Dax carried Tessa into the bathroom and gently set her in the now full tub, shutting off the water.

She looked surprised when they plopped her into the tub, both kneeling beside it, pushing up their sleeves.

“I can wash myself,” she said softly. The look on her face told Dax that, though she could, she didn’t actually want to.

“If you wanted to bathe yourself, little one, then what would be the point of having your bath here instead of upstairs? And, do you remember what I told you earlier?”

Furrowing her brow into a frown, Tessa shook her head.

Dax grabbed a washcloth and dipped it under the water, before rubbing it across her shoulders gently.