Page 95 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
I feel Ezra behind me, his hands caressing my hips, drawing me back against his solid chest. He brushes my hair to the side, his lips trailing along the curve of my neck. The sensation of his mouth on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I moan into Elijah’s kiss, my body arching between them.
“Fuck, Wren. You’re so sexy,” Ezra murmurs against my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing.
Elijah’s fingers trace a path from my jaw to the collar of my shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He deftly undoes the buttons, exposing the black lace of my bra. With a groan of appreciation, he cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they’re hard and aching.
My breathing quickens as they work in perfect harmony, their hands and mouths exploring my body, stoking the flames of my desire. I feel like a goddess between them, their every touch a worship, their every kiss a prayer.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper, but they hear me, and they oblige.
Elijah lifts me, his strong arms cradling me as he carries me to the bedroom.
He lays me on the bed, and I watch, mesmerized, as they remove their clothes, their toned bodies revealed inch by tantalizing inch.
They both have a smattering of ink along their chiseled chests and my fingers itch to trace the lines.
“Clothes off, little bird,” Elijah growls. Ezra helps me remove my clothes as his hands linger on my skin as though I’m something to be cherished.
My heart races as I feel the weight of their bodies join me on the bed. Their naked forms press against mine, warmth enveloping me like a soft blanket. I reach out, my fingers tracing the planes of their chests, the ridges of their abs, feeling the heat radiating from their skin.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Ezra murmurs, his fingers tracing a path down my chest. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my body. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear, “You’re ours, little bird.”
Elijah, not one to be outdone, moves closer, his hand reaching out to cup my breast. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it,” he says, a low growl that sends a thrill through me.
Their hard cocks rest against my thighs, a reminder of their desire, and I can’t help but squirm, my own need growing with every passing second. They shudder under my touch, their breaths ragged as they fight for control.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Wren,” Ezra growls, his hand trailing up my thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of my pussy. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as my body begs for more.
“So responsive,” Ezra murmurs, his hand moving down to grasp my ass. He gives it a squeeze as his fingers dig into my flesh. “I can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy around my cock.”
Elijah chuckles, his hand moving down to join Ezra’s. “Patience, brother. We have all night.”
Ezra grins, his hand moving to my pussy. He runs a finger through my wet folds, teasing my clit. “So eager, merlotta . But we want to make sure you’re ready for us.”
“I have to taste you, Wren. Fucking need it like air,” Ezra groans, his voice low and raw.
He kisses a path down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Elijah, on the other hand, continues to kiss my lips, his tongue dancing with mine, distracting me from the delicious torment that is to come.
When Ezra’s mouth reaches my core, I gasp, the sensation of his tongue against my slick flesh sending shockwaves through my body.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins.
He licks and sucks, his fingers joining his mouth, delving deep into my wet heat.
I writhe beneath him, lost in the sensations he’s awakening within me.
Elijah’s mouth leaves mine, and he turns his attention to my breasts. He sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I cry out, the pleasure almost too much to bear, and I can feel the tension building inside me, the coil tightening, ready to snap.
“Let go, little bird,” Elijah murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “We've got you.”
I surrender to the sensations, letting the waves of pleasure crash over me. My back arches off the bed, my fingers tangling in their hair, holding them close as I ride out my release.
I cry out, their names a prayer on my lips, and they continue to lavish me with their attention, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of my body.
Elijah’s lips trail down my stomach, joining Ezra at my core. They work in tandem, their tongues and fingers dancing together, teasing my clit, and driving me wild.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Ezra groans, his voice thick with desire. His fingers trail down my body, igniting a fire within me. “I could spend all night with my face buried in your sweet pussy.”
I can feel myself growing wetter, their words sending me spiraling higher and higher. My second orgasm is building as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “I need to feel your cocks inside me. Oh, god, don’t stop!” I cry as they continue their ministrations.
I open my eyes to find them watching me, their expressions filled with a mixture of adoration and hunger. I smile at them, my heart swelling with the emotion that threatens to consume me.
“Not god, little one. You’ll call us Daddy from now on. Is that understood?” Ezra commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“I-I’ve never done that before,” I admit, slightly embarrassed and feeling my cheeks flush. However, I want someone to take care of me. I need someone to tell me I’m safe. After all the running I’ve done. I want a Daddy or two to be in control so I can take a breath.
“We’re here to protect and cherish you, little bird,” Elijah says.
“Try it,” Ezra commands, his eyes darkening with lust. “I want to hear my name coming from your lips.”
“D-Daddy,” I whimper. The word feels foreign on my tongue, but I want to please them and I'm secretly thrilled that they want me that way.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers curling deeper inside me. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” I moan as his fingers plunge into my wet heat, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes, merlotta . That’s it. You’re so wet for us. So ready,” he groans, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my body.
“Your turn, brother. She’s ready for us,” Ezra promises. Elijah, watching with a predatory gaze, moves between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. He presses the head of his cock into my soaked pussy, teasingly slow.
“Are you ready for this because after tonight, you’re ours,” Eli vows, his voice deep and commanding.
“Yes, please. I want to be yours. I need you both,” I beg. My body arches toward him, aching for more.
“Then who are the only ones that own this pussy?” Ezra asks, his eyes locked onto mine and demanding an answer.
“You. You and Elijah!” I cry out as Eli thrusts his cock inside of me. I scream as he fills me completely. “You both own this pussy, my Daddies.”
Elijah stills once he’s completely in. He groans as my pussy squeezes him. “You’re so tight, little bird. God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Ezra watches, his eyes dark with lust, as Eli begins to move, thrusting deep and hard. Each stroke sends me spiraling closer to the edge, my body responding eagerly to their every command.
I moan, loving how full I feel with him inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper into me. He leans over me, capturing my hands and holding them hostage above my head. His hold tightens as he looks me in the eyes.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Wren. I’m already addicted to this sweet cunt and that sassy mouth. You’re mine. Ours,” Elijah groans in my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to move, his thick length stretching me, filling me, and claiming me as his.
He pulls out to the tip, then pushes back in, and I can’t help the moans that escape me. He picks up speed, his cock thrusting into me harder and faster with each pass.
I glance over at Ezra who is lazily stroking himself with a grin as he watches. “You’re so fucking beautiful taking his cock like that, little bird.” He leans down and pulls my nipple into his warm mouth. His tongue swirls around the hard bead as Elijah continues to fuck me hard.
I grasp Ezra in my hand and a low groan leaves his lips. “Fuck, your hand feels so good wrapped around me.” My heart soars hearing their praise.
“So tight,” Elijah grunts. “Such a good little bird. Are you ready to fly, sweet girl? Are you ready to fly for Daddy?”
“Yes, yes. Please!” I moan as Ezra’s fingers find my clit. He strums it, applying pressure just right until I’m screaming their names.
Elijah pulls out long enough to flip me to my stomach like I weigh nothing. He raises my hips into the air and slams back inside me.
“This is the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he remarks, then smacks it hard. Surprise morphs into desire as the heat from his hand floods my body. “I’m going to fill you up, so you’re dripping for days.”
“Fuck,” I moan. I can feel my pussy tightening around him. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Tell me what you need, little bird. Tell us.”
“I need you to come inside me. I’m so close, please!” I beg.
He slaps my ass again. “Then come for me, baby. I’m right behind you.”
I let go, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I ride out my orgasm. Elijah groans loudly as he thrusts one last time before his come fills me. He licks along my spine as he stills inside me.
“Fuckkk!” he grunts as he holds my hips tightly, then slumps over my back. Our breathing is labored, but my body is soaring in the clouds.
“You were amazing,” he asserts, biting the back of my neck. He flips me back over on my back and I land with a thump against the comforter.
Before I can protest, he’s scooping his cum and shoving it back inside me.
“What are you–”