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“I can’t ride you when you’re wearing pants, Daddy, though keeping the boots on might be really sexy,” Maxine said, sitting up to kneel forward as if to see the object of her suggestion.
“The jeans can’t come off until the boots do,” Jackson pointed out.
“In that case, let us help,” Sammy said, grabbing Maxine’s hand and practically vaulting off the bed.
Jackson didn’t know whether to laugh or scold as the pair pushed against his legs until he had no choice but to take a seat on the edge of the mattress or fall. Once his weight was off his feet, he was rewarded with a spectacular view of a pair of rosy backsides as his two Little ones turned their backs to him, each straddling a leg as they lifted his feet and began to work his boots off. There was a bit of grunting involved and Sammy had to reach out and grab Max when she was about to fall over when his boot finally pulled free.
Setting the footwear aside, they turned to him with very satisfied grins on their faces. “Stand up and we’ll—”
“Get your butts back on that bed in the proper position,” Jackson declared, resuming his role as the one in control. When they both began to climb up, he gave each naked ass a swat to hurry them along. He stood and waited until they were once more kneeling properly before reaching for his belt buckle. He made a mental note of the way their eyes widened and Maxine actually licked her lips as he unfastened the buckle and he would swear he saw Sammy shudder when he pulled the leather free of his jean’s loops.
“Wow, it’s really long,” Maxine whispered.
Jackson folded the belt in half and it was her turn to quiver, her elbow nudging Sammy’s arm as if to ensure he saw it was still long enough to have a Little one’s bottom wiggling and dodging in attempts to get out of the leather’s path.
He unzipped his jeans and worked them down and off, pulling his socks off as well. Straightening, he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing when Sammy said, “You’re killing us here.”
“Don’t want that,” Jackson said, pushing his boxers down and allowing his cock to spring free. Stepping out of the underwear, he kicked them aside and wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft. “I’d much rather you both experience la petite mort,” he said knowing they were listening even if their eyes were glued to his erection. Grinning, he stepped up to the edge of the bed. “On your backs,” he instructed, not the least bit surprised when they obeyed instantly. He knew they both expected him to climb up to join them, but they’d learn their Daddy seldom did what was expected.
He reached out, taking one of their ankles in each of his hands and tugging. Squeals of surprise were given as heads lifted off the bed.
“Daddy!” Maxine exclaimed, her fingers grabbing the duvet as if afraid he intended to yank her completely off the bed.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, releasing their ankles once their bottoms rested on the edge of the mattress. “Legs spread. Daddy wants to see his Little ones.”
Though he’d intended to instruct them to put their arms above their heads, when he saw their hands reaching for each other as their legs opened, he decided to allow the contact.
Bending forward, he gave them each a far too brief kiss before running his left palm down Sammy’s body, his right moving to cup one of Maxine’s breasts. Nipples instantly furled tighter and identical moans of approval replaced the squeals. Jackson gave each of Sammy’s nipples a flick of his tongue before moving to suckle first one and then the other of Max’s taut buds into his mouth. He continued to move between her breasts, laving both with his tongue as his fingers pinched and tugged on Sammy’s nipples. Squirms and moans of pleasure filled his ears as he took his time. The two would also learn that their Daddy didn’t rush through the good things in life. He cherished each moment he spent driving his Little ones out of their minds.
“Naughty,” he said, lifting his head when their free hands reached for him. “It’s Daddy’s turn to play. Keep your hands to yourselves.” When he saw Sammy’s drift toward his erection, he tightened his fingers to pinch a tender nipple.
“Oh!” Sammy squealed but got the message, yanking his hand away before his fingers came in contact with this dick.
“Who is allowed to touch your penis?” Jackson asked, knowing the question would add to the tension he was intentionally building.
“You are, Daddy,” Sammy said, writhing a bit as the pressure of his Daddy’s fingers continued to trap his nipple.
“That’s right, and unless you want a spanking instead of coming, I suggest you remember that.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sammy said, bobbing his head emphatically.
“Good boy, now where was I?” He supposed it was a bit much to pretend he wasn’t fully aware of exactly what he’d been doing before the interruption, but a little pretense never hurt anyone. Leaning down again, he released the nipple from his hold and gave it a quick suckle to soothe the pain before returning to take Maxine’s between his lips again, drawing deeply on the small peak, loving the sound of her moans.
Jackson allowed his hands to drift lower, sliding over abdomens that quivered beneath his fingertips before encircling Sammy’s erection and dipping into the crevice of Maxine’s kitty. Hips lifted but were ignored. He’d stick to his own time-line, thank you very much. He slowly stroked up and down the length of Sammy’s shaft with one hand while drawing circles around Max’s clit with the other. He was in Daddy heaven.
We bent down, swallowing every whimper and moan they gave as he kissed them deeply, exploring their mouths, his tongue dancing with theirs. Every wiggle and shudder they gave filled him with immense pleasure. Lifting his mouth from Maxie’s, a glance down at Sammy’s balls had him fisting the base of the Little’s cock, staving off his eruption.
“Please, oh, please, Daddy,” Sammy begged, the need evident with every word.
“Shhh,” Jackson crooned as he dropped his hand lower to cradle the newly shaven balls. “It’s not yet time.”
“It is!” Sammy countered, lifting his hips, thrusting up as if fucking the very air.
Jackson ignored the attempt to rush him, moving his glance to his Little girl. Cream was seeping from her lips, her thighs coated and more of her arousal dripping from her little kitty to wet the duvet beneath her. When he continued to circle and flick her clit as he slid two fingers inside her, her back bowed and she gave a moan of such raw need that his cock jerked, threatening to betray his control.
With both Littles panting and begging, he finally relented. His thrusts into Maxine’s kitty increased as did the stretch when he added a third finger. The tip of Sammy’s cock was coated with pre-cum that had been leaking since Jackson had first taken him in hand.
Jackson tightened his hold and increased his speed as he jacked the younger man off. “That’s my good Littles. I want you both to come for Daddy. Do you think you can do that?”
