Page 35 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Chapter Twenty-One
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Elle
Elle’s heart pounded like a drum, with her breaths coming in short, shallow bursts.
Her nerves tingled with excitement as her body started to hum at the vision their words brought to mind.
She was about to have sex in a way she had never experienced before.
In truth, it had been on her mind since the day she first met them.
The thought of being caught within a cocoon of muscular strength while her body loses all control had been a vivid dream for the past couple of weeks.
Now, although she was pretending to be their Little, that torrid dream was about to come to realization.
She might not know them all that well, but she did trust her Daddies to take care of her needs.
Drake’s hands were gentle as he cupped her face and brushed away a bead of sweat from her temple. “Relax, babygirl. We’re going to take this slow. It’s just you and us tonight.”
Damian pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder while stroking her arms, raising goosebumps in their wake. “We want to make this special for you, princess. We’re going to make you feel so good that you can’t think straight.”
That wouldn’t be too difficult. I’m already there!
Elle took a deep breath as she looked between them. Their gazes were warm and reflected raw need in their depths. Her core tensed as a delicious flood of heat flowed through her veins.
“I… I have to admit,” she said tentatively. “I am a little scared.” She gestured to their crotches. “Neither of you is small, and the logistics… it just… I’m…”
“We’ll fit, babygirl,” Drake assured her with a smile. “Believe me, you’ll even urge us to go deeper once you’ve adapted to us inside you.”
“I wouldn’t bank on that if I were you, Daddy,” she said. “What if… what if it’s too much, and I can’t take it? I’m somewhat of a wimp when it comes to pain, as you know from my reactions during spankings. I might just stop you before you even start.”
Drake captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
His tongue explored her mouth in a teasing yet commanding way.
She melted into him, her body relaxing as Damian’s hands slid around from behind her to cup her breasts.
He kneaded them gently, his thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt, which was part of her new wardrobe as a tomboy Little.
She gasped into Drake’s mouth as her nipples hardened, and jolts of pleasure arrowed to her core.
“Just let us take care of you, princess,” Drake purred as he took off her t-shirt.
Since a tomboy Little wasn’t allowed to wear something as atrocious as a bra, her breasts were exposed to the warm night air.
He lavished attention on them, moving from one to the other as his mouth and hands worked in tandem to drive her wild.
“Ohh,” Elle hissed, sucking in jagged gasps of air. Her back arched as Drake caressed her with hot, wet lashes of his tongue along her jaw and down the side of her neck to trace the roundness of her shoulder while continuing the tantric caresses on her nipples.
Damian’s hand slid up her thigh. She gasped as he hooked his fingers in her shorts and pulled them down her legs.
She had never hated the diaper as much as she did at this point when he rubbed her through the thick padding, and she could hardly feel the pressure.
Still, heat and wetness filled her pussy in a telltale sign that her arousal was spiking much faster than she ever thought possible.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured against her nape, causing a thrill of pleasure to make its way down her spine. It was an unbelievable feeling to have two men pay homage to her body and have two pairs of lips sensually kiss her skin.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the diaper and, with one hard tug, ripped it open and pulled it off. She was bare before them with her naughty bits exposed to their hungry gazes.
“Oh, my,” she gasped as Damian teased her labia apart to swirl his finger inside her pussy.
“Now, look at that, Daddy Drake… already so wet and ready for us.”
Elle’s cheeks turned red as Drake pushed a finger deep inside her, locking it with Damian’s, and together, they explored her wet and very eager pussy.
Desire flared to life as Drake trailed kisses down her stomach.
He nudged her legs further apart, his eyes locked on her glistening folds wrapped around their fingers.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pulled out their fingers, and, like a starving man, dove right in.
His tongue lapped at her as he explored every inch of her pussy.
“Ah, devil’s breath,” Elle gasped, her hands fisting the linens beneath her as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Damian turned her face toward him, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss while he cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
“Lord, that feels good,” Elle wailed as jolts of pleasure coursed through her. She was drowning in sensation, and her body was on fire with need.
Drake’s tongue flicked over her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking gently.
“Oh, shit!” Elle moaned as she bucked her hips. An orgasm was rapidly building inside her.
Drake slid a finger into her, curling it to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her cries escalated as she panted for breath, overcome by the myriads of sensations the two men awoke with their mouths all over her body. Her back arched as the release she had been chasing started to curl around her core.
“Noo!” she cried as Drake pulled back just as she was about to tumble over the edge. “Please,” she whimpered, her body trembling with profound lust.
“Not yet, babygirl.” Drake grinned wickedly. “We want you desperate and needy when we take you.”
“I already am! Please, Daddies. I need… ohh!” she gasped as Drake reached back, grasped her ass cheeks, and spread them open while Damian reached for a bottle of lube on the small table. He squeezed out a generous amount onto his fingers and rubbed them together, warming the gel.
“Easy, little one,” he cooed as Elle jerked when he rubbed the lube against her tight hole. A shiver chased up her spine, and she tensed as a wave of fear crashed over her at the unfamiliar sensation of someone prodding her anus.
“Relax, babygirl,” Drake said in a soothing tone. His low voice somehow calmed her. “We’re going to go slow, remember? If it’s too much, just tell us, and we’ll ease back to give you time to adjust.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said in a small voice and took a deep breath as she felt Damian’s finger pressing against her back hole. He rubbed gently, applying a steady pressure until the tip of his finger slid in.
“Oh, god!” Her body tensed at the intrusion.
“Normally, we would first give you an enema to ensure your rectum is cleared, but since we didn’t want this experience to kick off with resentment, we will wear condoms.” Drake’s eyes glowed as he looked at her. “But next time…”
“Fuck! It burns,” Elle cried as Damian delved deeper, realizing Drake’s interjection had been aimed at keeping her mind occupied while he prepared her ass. The sensation of his appendage swirling inside her asshole was uncomfortable and foreign but not all unpleasant.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” Drake murmured as he pulled a nipple into his mouth and suckled in long, drawn-out motions that sparked fire along her core. “Just breathe. Relax your muscles and push back against Daddy Damian’s finger, like you would when you poop.”
“Oh God,” Elle wailed with embarrassment but did her best to follow his instructions.
Anything to make the burning recede. She took deep breaths and pushed back against Damian’s finger.
He pushed in deeper, and the burn intensified before slowly starting to ebb away.
She sighed in relief as Damian moved his finger slowly, allowing her to adjust to the sensation.
Meanwhile, Drake slid two fingers into her pussy, stretching her, preparing her. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot again, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
“Ohh, that feels so wicked. To have your fingers in both my holes,” she moaned as her body relaxed more, allowing Damian to slide his finger in and out with ease.
He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her out. The burn returned, only more intense this time. She whimpered and tensed again. “God, it hurts.”
Damian paused, stilling his fingers inside her. “I know, little one,” he said softly. “But it’ll get better, I promise. Just keep breathing, keep pushing back against my fingers.”
“You can do this, babygirl.” Drake captured her lips in a soft kiss. His fingers continued to swirl inside her pussy, distracting her from the discomfort. With masterful precision, he coaxed her until she kissed him back, and her body slowly relaxed again.
After what felt like an eternity, the burn began to ebb away, replaced with a feeling of fullness. She pushed back against Damian’s fingers. To her surprise, she wanted more… of what she wasn’t sure, just that what he was doing wasn’t enough.
“That’s our good girl, little babygirl,” he praised with pride. “You’re ready, aren’t you? Ready to take both of your Daddies?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded, her body aching with need. She wanted this, wanted to feel them both inside her, claiming her completely. “Please, Daddies, fuck me now.”
Drake turned her onto her side, with him at her front and Damian behind her. Hooking his arm under her knee, he dragged it up and held it in place at her waist, spreading her wide open.
“Ohh,” she wailed as Drake’s cock slowly slid inside her with Damian’s fingers now pumping deep inside her ass.