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“Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to.
Marcus took her mouth in a deep kiss that had her melting beneath him as he sped up his movements.
“Marcus!” she cried.
“That’s it, sweetie. I want you to come around my cock. God. How can anything feel this good?”
“Damn.”
She glanced over to see Eliot watching them both.
“The two of you are so beautiful together. I don’t know how I did anything to deserve you or a second chance at this, but I won’t ever give you up.”
“And we won’t give you up.” She held out her hand to him and he joined them on the bed, lying down so he could take her nipple into his mouth.
“Marcus, pull out of her.”
Marcus groaned but slid free.
“Isla, hands and knees. Marcus, take her from behind.”
“Hell, yes.”
Eliot moved in closer, his finger strumming her clit as Marcus slid back inside her.
It was almost too much. She was so close to the edge. “Please, I have to come! Please, Daddy.”
“Come for me,” Eliot commanded. “Both of you come for me hard.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Marcus said. He held her hips as he fucked her hard and fast, his cries filling the room as he came. She clenched down around him as her own orgasm rushed through her. Her breathing came in harsh pants. Especially when she saw Eliot pull his finger away from her pussy to lick it clean.
Marcus slid out of her with a moan, and she collapsed forward. Eliot moved, and she felt his fingers at her entrance. He pressed a finger in and out of her and she shuddered as another wave ran through her.
“So pretty.”
“Hey, what about me?” Marcus complained.
“You’re pretty too,” he said to Marcus.
She rolled over and Eliot bent down to kiss her. Hmm, so good. Then he moved over to Marcus, kissing him as well.
“Now, let’s clean the two of you up and sort out some dinner.”
She shared a look with Marcus.
What the heck? That wasn’t happening.
“What we want is to play with Daddy,” Marcus said wickedly.
“Play?” he asked. “What do you want to play?”
“How about we torpedo the eel or wiggle the toothpick?”
Eliot gaped at Marcus. “That kind of game, huh?” He cleared his throat. How exactly did he say this? “It’s been a while for me.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows. “We figured. You worried about blowing your load really quick?”
“Marcus!” Isla said. She thumped the palm of her hand against her forehead.
Eliot reached over and drew it away, frowning at her. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I didn’t, Daddy.”
“You aren’t allowed to hit yourself. Ever. Understood?”
“Um. Yep.”
“It’s been a while since I was with a guy so it could be a blessing if you’re quick.” Marcus gave him a sassy grin.
“You are such a brat,” he grumbled. “I’m no spring chicken.”
“So, don’t expect your hard-on to be good for more than one round at a time? Got it. I’m sure you’re good with your mouth too.”
Isla slapped her hand over Marcus’ mouth, giving Eliot a mortified look. “He doesn’t mean any of that, Daddy. His mouth just runs away on him.”
Marcus drew back. “I resent that. I meant every word.” His face softened. “We don’t care about any of that stuff, Eliot. We just want to be with you.”
Isla nodded. “She plucked at his T-shirt. “You don’t need to hide from us.”
These two. They were so fucking brave. He was meant to be the Daddy. And they were showing him that it was Littles who were the bravest of them all.
Grabbing the bottom of his T-shirt, he drew it up over his head. Marcus licked his lips as he took it off.
“Damn, I love a hairy chest.”
“Me too,” Isla breathed out. “Can we touch you?”
“You can touch as much as you like.”
They fell on him like they were starving and he was an all-you-can-eat buffet. He toppled back onto the bed as Isla started kissing his neck while Marcus went right for the kill and dragged off his boxers.
“Somehow, I’ve lost control of this situation.”
“Did you think you were ever in control, Daddy?” Marcus asked with a grin.
“Brat. Remind me to take my belt to you… fuck,” he groaned as Marcus took him into mouth. His eyes practically rolled back in his head.
How long since he’d felt pleasure like this?
So long.
Isla lapped at his nipples with delicate strokes of her tongue until his breathing grew ragged. Then she moved down to help Marcus. Together they licked at his cock like an ice-cream cone.
He started counting backward in his head. He needed to claw back some control or these two would run rings around him.
“Marcus,” he gritted out.
“Who knew you were hiding this under those jeans. Mind you… big hands,” Marcus said to Isla who nodded.
Right.
“Playtime is over,” he said sternly. “Marcus, I’m going to fuck your ass.”
“I thought you said playtime was over?” Marcus kneeled next to him, waving his ass back and forth. “Daddy, fuck me.”
