Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
As Daddy Daniel’s fingers continued their exquisite torture between my legs, I struggled to find my voice. The shame of what he was asking me to admit warred with the undeniable arousal coursing through my body.
“I… I need…” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Say it,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. “Tell me what you need, Amy.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze as the words tumbled from my lips. “I need… I need to be fucked by… by many… men,” I confessed, my cheeks burning with humiliation.
A deep chuckle rumbled from across the room. “Well, well,” Daddy Otto’s voice carried over, thick with amusement and arousal. “It seems our little Amy has quite the appetite.”
I turned my head to see Daddy Otto lifting Jenna’s face from his lap, his hand tangled in her blonde hair. His gray eyes locked onto mine, a predatory glint in their depths.
“You know,” he mused, his gaze raking over my exposed form, “I have an idea that might satisfy everyone’s needs.” He turned to Daddy Daniel, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “What do you say we have these two bad girls sixty-nine on the bench while we fuck them?”
My breath caught in my throat at the suggestion, a fresh wave of helpless arousal flooding my already soaking pussy.
Daniel’s fingers stilled between my legs, denying me the friction I so desperately craved. His gaze bored into mine, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“What do you think of Daddy Otto’s idea, Amy?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Does the thought of Jenna’s pretty little mouth on your pussy excite you?”
I whimpered, unable to form words as conflicting emotions warred within me. The idea was so shameful, so degrading… and yet I couldn’t deny the jolt of arousal that shot through me at the mere suggestion.
“Answer me, bad girl,” Daniel commanded, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. The sudden pressure made me gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“I… I…” I stammered, my cheeks burning with humiliation.
“The truth, Amy,” Daniel growled. “Your body can’t lie, even if you try to.”
As if to prove his point, he slid two fingers deep inside me, curling them to stroke that spot that made me see stars. I cried out, my inner walls clenching around the welcome intrusion.
“It… it turns me on,” I finally confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.
CHAPTER 13
Daniel
Otto’s idea aroused me, I had to admit—how could it not? I watched with interest as he lifted Jenna’s face from his cock. Her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Otto’s hand remained tangled in her blonde hair, holding her in place as he gazed down at her with predatory intensity.
“Tell me, Jenna,” Otto purred, his voice low and smooth as silk. “Have you ever kissed another girl’s cunt?”
Jenna’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as she stammered out a response. “N-no, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never… I mean, I haven’t…”
I turned my attention back to Amy, still spread out before me on the leather bench. Her chest heaved with each breath, the delicate lace of her burgundy teddy barely containing her ample breasts. I could see the conflict in her eyes, a mixture of shame and undeniable arousal.
“What about you, Amy?” I asked, my fingers still teasing her slick folds. “Have you ever tasted another woman’s pussy?”
Amy’s entire body seemed to flush, the rosy hue spreading from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest. She bit her lip, unable to meet my gaze as she shook her head. “No, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I haven’t.”
Otto chuckled, the sound rich with anticipation. “You girls will learn very quickly,” he rumbled. “You’re very good at being naughty, after all.”
I watched as Otto stood Jenna up and walked her over, on hesitant steps, toward the bench where I had Amy spread wide. Jenna’s emerald teddy clung to her curves, the delicate lace leaving little to the imagination. Her blonde hair fell in tousled waves around her face, still slightly mussed from Otto’s rough treatment of her mouth.
As they approached, I studied Amy’s face intently. Her dark eyes were wide, a mixture of apprehension and undeniable curiosity swirling in their depths. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath, the swell of her breasts straining against the burgundy lace of her teddy. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting the flush that had spread across her cheeks and down her neck.
I could see just how badly Amy needed to explore her submission. Despite her earlier defiance, there was an unmistakable hunger in her gaze as she watched Jenna’s approach. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a small, unconscious gesture that spoke volumes about her arousal.