Page 64 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Epilogue
Cami
“Well, how did it go?” I ask, not even letting Ben get in the door before I question him.
He doesn’t seem surprised to see me waiting at the door and leans in for a kiss. He closes the door behind him, sets his bag down, and guides me through the entryway. “I thought you had a late shift today.”
“I switched with Rayna. I wanted to be here to hear the news.” I’ve barely finished speaking before I hear someone on the stairs. I turn and see Ryle hurrying down them toward us.
“I thought that was you. How did it go?”
“He’s not telling!” I announce, propping my hand on my hip and giving Ben a stern look. I feel pretty confident that I’m good at it, considering how many I’ve gotten from him over the years.
“Relax, relax,” he says, but I can tell he’s pleased we’re interested. “I got the promotion.”
I squeal and squeeze Ben as hard as I can.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Ryle gives him a high-five over my head. “We’ve got to celebrate, Detective Ross.”
“Let me get out of these work clothes first.”
“Hmm, I think I know a way we can get you out of those clothes and celebrate.” I’m unzipping his pants before he’s even had a chance to answer. I’m seven months pregnant, and my Daddies constantly talk about how voracious my sexual appetite has gotten, and they’re not wrong.
But I don’t hear either one of them complaining, and by the time I get Ben’s pants and boxers down, I can see he’s pretty happy with the suggestion.
“Hello, there.” I stroke his hard cock and it bobs toward me.
“Can we at least make it to the bedroom this time, Cami?” Ryle grins.
“Only if you hurry.” I grab Ben’s hand and take off. By the time we get up the stairs and into the bedroom, I can hardly wait. I know better than to tell either of them to speed things up—my butt tingles to remind me to behave anytime I even think it.
And then Ryle is standing in the doorway, unbuttoning his shirt. I run over to help him, tugging the blue-collared shirt off and tossing it aside. I let my hands roam over his chest, my fingers grazing his pecs, and I look at him and lick my lips.
“Hey, I thought this was Ben’s celebration.”
“We’re all celebrating,” Ben says, and I hear his voice so close I know he’s standing behind me.
I unbuckle Ryle’s belt and hear the clang of the buckle.
Ryle reaches for it and whips it through his pant loops, his eyes dancing at me while I give a shiver.
“Your turn.” Ben whirls me toward him and dips me, making me laugh. He presses his lips against my throat and travels up to my mouth. After a searing kiss, he brings me back upright and pulls my shirt over my head.
At the same time, I feel Ryle’s slightly larger, softer hands on the back of my skirt.
He unzips it, and I step out. Once I’m standing in only pale pink panties that match my bra, I move out of reach just long enough to twirl for them, then I’m back and have hands unclasping my bra while my panties are being pushed down.
I look into Ben’s eyes and I see the same love I have for him reflected there. And Ryle looks at me with a fierce hunger that promises protection. For what feels like the millionth time, I thank whatever lucky star led me to this beautiful life.
“Are you wet for us, baby?”
“Oh, she’s wet all right,” Ben says, giving me a shark-like grin. “I can smell her from here!”
“I’d like it much better if you’d taste me instead.” I bat my eyelashes.
“That all right with you?” Ryle asks.
“Sure. I have other things in mind.” Ben walks out of my line of sight, but I don’t have long to think on it because Ryle kneels down in front of me.
“Spread your legs,” he orders huskily. “And don’t even think about coming until you’ve been given permission.”
A thrill runs through me even before I feel his tongue part my swollen pussy lips.
I jolt from the electricity of his mouth, but he reaches up to hold my hips.
I intertwine my fingers in his dark hair and let myself be caught up in the sensation of his incredible mouth as he seems determined to devour me.
I gasp as his tongue swipes across my clit, then surges inside my pussy.
Then I feel the heat of Ben behind me. First, the press of a kiss on my shoulder. Then a firm slap to my ass.
I moan and arch my back, pushing my ass out toward him.
Almost immediately, he drags his finger between my cheeks and inserts it into my tight hole.
I can tell he has lubricant on it, which means I know what’s next.
Moans are falling out of my mouth faster than I can count, and I’m grateful I have the two of them to hold me up as sensation threatens to wreck my body.
Ben fingers my asshole for another minute, slowly sliding in and out and making me want him more by the second.
I know my pussy must be gushing, and Ryle is happily eating it all up.
Ben grasps me around the waist—Ryle’s hands are still holding my hips steady—and I feel the head of his cock slip between my cheeks, nudging my back entrance. “Do you want it hard today, baby? Maybe a little rough?”
Between the dirty talk and Ryle’s voracious mouth, I’m breathless and am struggling to reply.
“Hmm? I can’t hear you… I’d hate to decide for you. Oh, I know you want tame sex tonight.”
“No,” I gasp. “No, please, Daddy. Give it to me rough.”
Ben chuckles. “Did you hear that, Ryle? Our girl wants it rough.”
Ryle’s teeth descend, pressing ever so gently against my clit. But even though I know he’s being gentle, it ignites a fire within me and I’m gripping fistfuls of hair, wanting him to do it harder.
I feel the sting of a spank on my butt cheek. “Don’t guide,” Ben orders as though he can read my thoughts. “Just because we like to spoil you and grant your wishes from time to time, don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, releasing my hold on Ryle’s hair.
Ben thrusts into my tight hole, then back out again, and then re-enters with force that is equally possessive and reverent. I can feel that he wants every inch of me. His left hand wanders up and grasps my breast. He flicks the nipple, and I cry out.
“I can’t hold on m-much longer,” I whimper. My legs are beginning to shake from Ryle’s skillful ministrations.
“Oh, you better,” Ben whispers roughly in my ear. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet.” Then he fucks me, his deep, powerful thrusts making my focus grow narrow until the pleasure they’re bringing me is all I can think about.
Ryle’s tongue is masterful, every stroke making me shudder. My hands find their way back to his hair as though his tresses are the only thing keeping me grounded.
“You feel incredible,” Ben whispers. “My Cami. My sweet, sexy girl.”
I whimper, so close to the edge, one more word—or a single flick of Ryle’s tongue—might send me over. “Please, Sir… please, may I come?”
Ben withdraws, then slams into me.
With a gasp, I’m pushed forward, kept from falling only by Ryle’s steady hands. But the shift lands his tongue deeper inside me, and I feel every muscle tighten in anticipation. “Daddy, please… Daddies…”
“What do you think?” Ben asks, slamming into me again. “Should we let her come?”
Ryle’s answer is given as his teeth sink into my throbbing clit with just enough pressure to make me come undone.
I’m spiraling, every muscle in my body singing with a delightful ache of an orgasm that threatens to be my undoing.
I give myself over to it—every shudder, every gasp.
I sob from the pure ecstasy. And then I’m falling back to earth and would shatter if not for my men holding me upright, keeping me safe, as they do every single day.
Ben is next, and he groans with his release. Then he pulls me to the floor, and we’re all lying together in a tangle of limbs.
Ryle gives me a slow, sexy smile before resting his head on my thigh.
“You’re incredible,” Ben says.
I have so much to say. So many things I want them to know. But just now, I feel exhausted, and I let my eyes flutter closed. We have all the time in the world.
The End