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My lips part and I moan into the duvet, my eyes rolling in my head as waves of heat spark down my spine. I grind against the mattress, needing to rub my clit against something to ease the building pressure. I’m so fucking wet, and they haven’t even touched my pussy yet.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Zayn says, his thumbs meeting along my arse crack as he spreads my cheeks. I can’t see him, but I know he’s staring at my pussy that’s wet for him.
For them both.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Dax mutters, his fingers curling tighter in my hair, pulling, tugging, making me fucking crazy with need.
“I want to taste her. Let me taste her,” Zayn says, his thumbs edging lower, swiping over my arsehole, rimming it.
“Jesus,” I whisper, arching my spine, pushing my arse up off the bed, telling them both what I need. What I’m greedy for.
“Shall I let Zayn taste you?” Dax asks, his voice thick with desire.
“Please…” I cry as Zayn slips his thumb lower, circling my sensitive hole. He’s teasing me, building tension, stoking the fire within. He could ask me to do anything right now and I’d do it for the release. “Please, I want to come. Make me come.”
“On your hands and knees, Kid,” Dax instructs, “Spread your legs, let Zayn see how your pussy gasps for him, forus.”
“Fuck, yes, Daddy,” I mutter, pushing up onto my knees as Zayn’s thumb presses an inch inside of me, rimming my opening briefly before pulling back. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Say the words, Kid. Tell us what you want.”
“I want you to lick my pussy, Zayn. I want you to make me come whilst Dax pulls my hair and watches.”
“Whilst who watches?” Dax prompts as Zayn rubs the pad of his thumb lightly over my clit.
“Fuck!” I cry, pushing back against him, whimpering when he removes his thumb.
“Who, Kid?”
“Daddy, fuck! When you watch Zayn make me come, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl, remembering how to address me. For that I’ll let him taste you,” Dax says, easing his fingers from my hair. “But I think I deserve something in return, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant, as I look up into the eyes of the man I love.
Fuck he’s stunning. So fucking male. So very mine.
Dax cups my cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “Open up for me, Kid,” he says, voice rough and lusty.
It’s intoxicating, the way he looks at me like I’m his whole world. There’s nothing like that feeling of being loved so thoroughly, so intensely, and not just by one man, but by four. I’m loved by four beautiful, powerful men who belong to me as much as we belong to each other.
“Taste what you do to me,” Dax continues. “I want you to feel my cock throbbing on your tongue knowing that you’re the only woman on this planet who gets me as hard as this. I could fuck you every second of every day and never, ever tire of the way you make me feel. I feel like a god when I fuck you. Fuck, I feel invincible.”
“Fuck, yes,” I murmur, biting my lip as Zayn mutters something about Dax being a dirty, sweet talking Daddy, and liking it.
With saliva gathering in my mouth in anticipation, I lick the head of Dax’s dick, savouring his familiar taste as he moans from the contact. Dax is big, his cock long and thick. I’ve sucked him off before, many times, the ache in my jaw is a familiar feeling after giving him head. I don’t hate it. I love it.
“Take me deep. Choke on my dick whilst Zayn eats you out,” he says roughly, before sliding his dick between my parted lips and letting out a guttural moan as I suck him deep.
Behind me, Zayn thumbs my outer pussy lips, gently pushing them apart, before sliding his fingers through my parted folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet for us," he says, his breath warm against my most sensitive skin as he gets up close and personal, but still doesn’t taste me. Instead he inserts his finger inside of me, sliding it in and out in a teasing rhythm. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he continues. “How much do you want my lips on your pussy, Pen? Do you want my tongue to fuck your hole? Do you want me to suck on your clit, huh?”
I gasp around Dax’s dick, and instinctively push back against Zayn’s hand as he finger fucks me with smooth, even strokes, telling him without words what I’m desperate for.
"What are you waiting for, Zayn? Fuck our girl's pretty pussy with your tongue," Dax orders, his voice cracking as I swirl my tongue around his dick, tasting the salty pre-cum, feeling fucking powerful knowing what I do to him.
“Fuck, Kid. Just like that,” he instructs, letting out a moan as he begins to rock against my tongue, his hand gently holding the back of my head as he moves inside my mouth, setting the rhythm.
