Page 36 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Elle forgot to breathe. Her mind was in total disarray, and she was unable to unscramble the myriad sensations flooding her.

She couldn’t tell what nerve endings controlled what orifice or if the sensations duplicated themselves from where Damian’s fingers spiraled into her to where Drake’s cock was rioting inside her pussy.

It all engulfed and overloaded her sensory input, leaving her gasping as she tried desperately to draw a breath.

“That’s it… breathe, babygirl,” Drake rasped as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. Pleasure coursed through her.

“I… maybe I’m not ready for this.” Her breath stuttered as she was overcome with a moment of panic.

“We believe in you, love,” Drake crooned into her ear. “You can do this.”

His reassuring words awakened her determination. She wanted this, and there was no way she was going to allow a smidgen of fear of the unknown to destroy her one chance at untold magic.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered as Damian pressed the head of his cock inside her anus, slowly working his way past her sphincter. Drake followed suit, and soon, their cocks were stretching her, slowly filling her.

“Oh, oh… fuck me. That’s… it’s… fuuck,” she wailed as her body tensed at the profound sensation.

It burned, and the discomfort bordered on pain as Damian’s cock breached her tight hole.

“Oww,” she cried as he snapped his hips and firmly embedded himself to the hilt inside her rectum, with Drake thrusting deep at the same time.

“F-Fuck… fuck… fuck… I can’t!” She clawed at Drake’s back as she succumbed to the fear of the unknown sensations that rippled through her. It was that, more than anything, that made her spin out of control.

“Easy, little one,” Damian whispered as he brushed his lips against her nape.

“Shh, baby girl,” Drake soothed her, but his voice was strained. “You’re doing so good. Just breathe and relax. There is no rush.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She attempted a smile as she took deep breaths and did her best to relax her tense muscles.

They stayed still, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely.

Drake’s cock pulsed inside her pussy, while Damian's cock felt hot and huge inside her ass.

Slowly, the burn began to ebb to be replaced with a feeling of intense fullness. A wave of expectation washed over her.

More. I want more! Her mind demanded while her body hummed in agreement.

“That’s it, babygirl,” Damian’s voice filled with pride. “You’re taking us so well. Such a good girl for your Daddies.”

Their praise gave her the courage to be bold, and she shifted suggestively between them. Damian groaned as he pressed his face into the nape of her neck. He ground his hips harder against her buttocks and pumped in and out with long strokes, sliding sensually against her silky walls.

“Ah, now that’s our fiery tomboy Little, boldly asking for more.” Drake sounded so proud, she almost cried.

“Now, Damian. It’s time. Let’s make our Little fly.”

They began to move, their cocks sliding in and out of her in sync. Soon, the patio resonated with the sound of slapping flesh as they pillaged her, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Holy fuck!” Elle moaned but could do nothing other than hold on as her body was swamped with sensation. An orgasm built so rapidly, she was caught by surprise as the waves of impending pleasure washed over her.

“That’s it. Come for us, babygirl,” Drake groaned as they sped up, pounding into her from both sides. “Let go, princess. Come all over your Daddies’ cocks.”

Elle pressed her eyes shut. Nothing mattered anymore.

The world fell away, and her pleas turned into a scream as her body tightened.

Warm liquid gushed from her loins and streamed down her thighs.

Her hips jerked as she clawed at Drake’s back in a desperate attempt to draw a breath.

Her Daddies pushed relentlessly into her, subsuming her in an act of double penetration and fueling her orgasms, triggering one after the other to stagger through her body.

Elle was helpless against the convulsions that rocked her. Long waves of ecstasy rolled over her as she fought off the dull ache of excess. She surrendered, splayed open between them as she twitched and shuddered in submission to their control. She had never come so hard in her life.

“I can’t anymore… I… fuuuck,” she cried as a final wave of ecstasy swept over her, tearing away the last of her control, leaving her shattered in their arms once again.

Her Daddies moaned as they, too, were flayed bare and ragged as they came inside her, pumping and convulsing, squeezing her as they wrapped their arms around her.

For long moments, no one moved with their bodies still connected. Their ragged breaths were a symphony of the debauchery they had just shared.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back. Drake gently kissed her face and smiled. She stared in awe at the emotions flooding his expression as he whispered in a raw voice, “You’re amazing, babygirl… fuck, so much more than we ever expected.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She looked back at Damian, who quickly stole a kiss. “But I couldn’t have done it if you hadn’t guided me through it. You were the amazing ones. I’ll never… this was…”

Elle had never felt so complete, so cherished. She knew at that moment that no matter what she believed, she was theirs, completely and utterly.

Except, this is all pretense, right? The voice in her head was as unsure of what she was feeling as she was. She chose to ignore it as her Daddies gently peppered her with kisses while whispering words of praise.

Wrapped in their arms, Elle drifted off to sleep with a content smile on her face. It didn’t matter what tomorrow held in store for her. For now, at this moment, she was at peace… perhaps for the first time since her parents’ deaths.

“Thank you, Daddies,” she tried again. “That was…”

Once again, she failed to form one word as the entire experience replayed in her mind like a movie reel.

This hadn’t been just fucking. It went far beyond that. What they had just given her was a vow carved in sin, stamping their complete possession over her—mind, body, and soul.

She seemed to remember something about the line between pretend and reality… but never expected to have to face that conundrum this soon.