Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Can I have your cock in my mouth, Daddy?”
Fuck. Yes.
He stripped off his boxers.
“Yeah, little one. Come here first, though.” He drew her close and kissed her. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Daddy.”
He reached for Marcus as Isla slipped down between his legs, wrapping her mouth around the head of his dick.
Fuck. Yes.
Drawing back, he wrapped his hand around Marcus’ dick which was softening. Marcus sucked in a breath. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“What a fine way to wake up.” He groaned as Isla took him deep. “Come up here, baby. I want to fuck you this morning.”
Isla moved over him, straddling his hips and he cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples. Marcus moved in behind her, reaching one hand around to part her pussy lips.
Ahh, what a view. Marcus used his other hand to play with her clit and Isla turned her head so they could kiss.
Fuck. Yes.
He watched the two of them for a moment before the need to take command overrode him.
“Marcus, sit against the headboard. Spread your legs. Isla, I want you on your hands and knees between his legs. Do not touch his dick without my permission, though.”
“Yes, Daddy,” they said together before scrambling into position. He slid behind her and rubbed her ass. Then he gave it a light smack. Not enough to really hurt.
She jolted, staring over her shoulder in shock. “Have I been naughty, Daddy?”
“No. Sometimes I just want to see your ass pink. Remember you have a safeword. If you don’t like it, you can use it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He gave her three more smacks before moving his fingers down to her pussy to test if she was ready for him.
She was so wet, it made him groan.
“You want my dick, baby?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Please,” she begged. “So much.”
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl, suck me down, let me fuck you nice and hard?”
She was trembling, her breathing coming in harsh pants, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
His baby liked some dirty talk. Both of them did.
“Yes.”
“Damn, you’re making me hard again,” Marcus said.
“Good. Isla, tell me if anything hurts or you need me to stop.” He entered her slowly. The feel of her warm wet heat had his body on high alert.
Fuck.
He had to fight the urge to move. To thrust hard and fast.
“Look at you, taking my dick so well. What a good girl you are. Such a good girl for her Daddy.”
“Please, please,” she begged.
“What do you need?”
“More. I need more.”
“You want me to move faster? Harder?”
“Yes! Both!”
“Then you better get Marcus’ cock in your mouth.”
She dove down so quickly that he had to grab her hips to steady her.
“Oh, holy crap.” Marcus hissed. “Soo good.”
Eliot started moving. He drove himself inside her.
In. Out.
It was almost too much. He tried to hold himself back. But she felt so good. Needing a minute to gather his calm, he slid free of her. She whimpered, turning to look at him.
“It’s all right, baby. Lie on your back.”
She slid around.
“Marcus, straddle her face and feed her your cock.” He entered her again once Marcus was in place. That gave him an excellent view of Marcus’ ass.
Shit. This wasn’t helping him.
He drove into her as Marcus held onto the headboard and fed her his dick.
“That’s it. Good girl. You are doing so well. I want you to come with us.” Reaching down, he rubbed her clit until he heard her muffled cry, felt her clench down around him.
And that was it. It was all over for him. He drove deep and found himself tipping over the edge. Drawing away from her slowly, he collapsed on his back next to them.
Marcus drew out of her mouth, still hard. Eliot raised his eyebrows.
“I want to come inside her,” he explained.
Isla turned onto her side and cuddled into Eliot’s side as Marcus moved behind her, raising her leg and sliding into her.
Damn, that was hot.
Bending down, he kissed the top of Isla’s head as Marcus moved with slow, lazy movements.
“You good, baby?” he asked her. “Not too much?”
“Never too much. I love having you both inside me.”
“At the same time?” Marcus asked. “That would be hot.” He kissed her shoulder, stilling for a moment.
“Not right now,” she said with alarm.
“Maybe one day,” Eliot said.
Marcus moved faster. His breathing was growing more erratic. Eliot slid onto his side, moving down the bed until his mouth was level with her nipples. He sucked on them gently as Marcus let out a low moan as he came.
Rolling onto his back, he drew Isla so she lay on top of him and then drew Marcus into his side. “We have time to do anything and everything you want now.”
And he’d make every minute of every day count with the two of them.
His babies.
Epilogue
“Stay still,” Eliot warned. “That’s an extra five minutes.”