Page 17 of Falling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #1)

Sixteen

Ella

With exaggerated, slow movements, Sebastian reaches for the nightstand. He removes a box of condoms from the drawer. He knows his way around Mr. Tyler’s bedroom, obviously.

“Do you two do this a lot?” I ask. “Are you lovers?”

A part of me wouldn’t mind watching that , although I’d much rather have their hands on me .

“No, we aren’t lovers,” Mr. Tyler says. “We do like to entertain our dates…together. But don’t for a second think that this isn’t special, Ella.”

Hard to believe, but okay. I’m not going to argue with him, not right now.

Sebastian tears open the condom wrapper and puts on protection, and then he stands between my knees, his stance forcing my legs apart.

“Red, stop, or no,” he says, “and everything halts. Got it, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” Sebastian pushes me back. His cock head is pressed to my entrance, slipping in my arousal. He rubs himself over me, teasing.

“Please just fuck me,” I say.

“Watch your dirty mouth,” Mr. Tyler says, reaching for one of my nipples and giving it a hard pinch.

I squeal in surprise and try to grab my abused nipple, but he holds my hand down against the mattress.

As Sebastian slides into me, Mr. Tyler bends closer, bringing his mouth to mine. His lips are soft yet demanding, pulling pleasure from my mouth even as Sebastian’s cock stretches through my pussy. I try to wrap my legs around Sebastian’s waist to pull him closer, but he holds my hips still.

“I’ll give you every inch,” he says, reminding me of that night at the karaoke bar. “Every inch. You just have to ask.”

In between Mr. Tyler’s kisses, I say, “Please. I want every inch.”

“That’s a girl,” he says, warm approval in his voice. His grip is strong on my hips and he slams forward.

I cry out in shock and pleasure. Mr. Tyler’s mouth meets mine again and he shoves his tongue between my lips, where it strokes against mine, filling me with his taste and scent. Smoky, sweet, perfect.

Sebastian strokes in and out of me and I moan. Mr. Tyler pulls back, then gets up to kneel on the bed near my head. His cock is hard, and huge. So thick, I can tell it’s going to stretch my mouth, just like his friend’s cock is stretching my pussy.

Equal parts trepidation and anticipation, I lick my lips.

Mr. Tyler angles his cock toward my face. I stick out my tongue and lick the head.

“So eager,” he murmurs, his stormy eyes intense as he gazes at me. “But I control things in the bedroom, baby girl.”

Sebastian pumps in and out of me, driving me wild. He’s not even touching my clit, but I’m so full of him, that I don’t know if it matters right now. The angle of his strokes is unraveling me.

“Open up,” Mr. Tyler says, using his thumb to push down on my chin, parting my lips.

He leans over me, his arms and shoulders flexing, as he pushes his cock into my mouth. He tastes salty, musky, and his thick cock fills me—my mouth is so stuffed I can barely move my tongue around him, but I must be doing something right because he groans in pleasure.

Sebastian moves one of his hands from my hips and traces my pussy lips where we join. I moan around Mr. Tyler’s cock.

The men find a rhythm. I rock my hips as much as possible, although Sebastian holds me tightly. I’m getting the impression he likes me immobile, held down. Mr. Tyler mentioned ropes, earlier, and I certainly wouldn’t mind that with them.

All thoughts of ropes fly from my head when Sebastian runs his fingers over my clit.

I moan in earnest, arching up for more of that delicious, divine touch. My clit is swollen and aching, and these men are the only ones who can provide me with relief.

Stroke after stroke—in my mouth, in my pussy, on my clit. The pleasure builds higher and higher, until tremors overtake my entire body. I shake, scrambling against the comforter for purchase, looking for anything to anchor me down, hold me in this moment.

“I have you, baby girl,” Mr. Tyler says, wrapping his big hand around my throat. “Come now, Ella. Come for your daddies.”

Ecstasy rockets throughout my body and I scream around Mr. Tyler’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, you’re squeezing me—” Sebastian gasps and then his hips halt their movements, no longer slamming against me, and I can feel the pulsing shudders of his cock as he empties into the condom, into me.

My limbs go heavy, tired as if I’ve been tensing them for far too long, as if I’ve climbed a mountain.

Sebastian pulls out of me, and Mr. Tyler does, too.

I start to roll on my side, my body sensitive from the orgasm.

I should think about how I’m going to get home.

I didn’t even pay attention to where Sebastian’s driver took us.

I start to sit up, thinking they’re going to kick me out.

“Mm, not so fast,” Mr. Tyler says.

Oh, right, he hasn’t finished yet. His cock is jutting up and out, thick. Glistening with my saliva.

“We’re not done yet, princess,” Sebastian says, his voice raspy. “Lie back down.”

I do as he asks. Mr. Tyler runs a hand over my breasts, his touch full of something I’m not sure how to describe. Reverence?

Mr. Tyler grins down at me, his scowl less intense than I’m used to seeing. “The night’s just beginning, little one.”

The night’s just beginning? That was the orgasm of my entire freaking life. And they’re telling me there’s more ?

Mr. Tyler sits on the edge of the bed next to me and grabs a condom, then puts it on. His eyes are dark as he pulls me to sit up next to him, and he kisses my mouth. I wonder if he can taste himself on my lips. If he does, it doesn’t bother him.

In a gruff voice, he says, “Sit on my lap, baby girl.”

Legs shaking, I turn to straddle him, but he gently guides me so I’m facing away from him.

“This way,” he says, so I’m perched on his lap, my thighs spread by his legs. His cock is thick between my legs, but he isn’t inside of me yet.

Sebastian kneels in front of us on the floor, his cock half hard. He strokes himself and keeps his gaze on my pussy.

Seeing me looking at him, Sebastian says, “You’re so fucking hot, princess. I can’t wait to eat you. Kingston’s had a taste. I’m going to taste you, too.”

Without another word, he leans forward and licks me.

I moan and try to close my legs. I’m too sensitive after that orgasm.

But Mr. Tyler keeps me from moving far, and he even uses his fingers to pull my pussy lips apart and give Sebastian better access.

Looking down at him holding me open for his best friend’s mouth is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy,” Mr. Tyler says, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Is Sebastian getting you all wet and ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Yes…?”

I bite my lips. Now that I’ve come, it’s taken the edge off my lust, and I’m not sure if the whole daddy thing is right for me. Is it? But dutifully, I say, “Yes, Daddy.”

A new shot of lust arcs through me. So apparently, the daddy thing is right for me. It’s kind of dirty, but also kind of perfect.

And my arousal is building up again, with every stroke of Sebastian’s tongue. He sucks gently at my clit, then flattens his tongue over it and does something I don’t know how to describe. He growls? Hums? Something vibrates and I cry out, clutching at Mr. Tyler’s muscular thighs.

Mr. Tyler moves his hands up from my pussy so he can cup my breasts. “Put me inside of you, little one,” he says, gently biting the edge of my ear. “Show me heaven.”

I reach between my legs and take his sheathed length in my hand. His cock twitches against my palm.

“Now,” he says, his voice a growl.

He slides up as I guide him in.

He’s just as large as Sebastian. And because I’m still swollen and tender from my orgasm, he feels even bigger. I whimper and brace my hands on the bed, trying to lift off of him and avoid the uncomfortable stretch.

“No, baby girl,” he says. “You’re here where you belong and we’re going to take care of you.”

He lifts my hands from the bed and traps both wrists in one of his hands.

And sure enough, as we pause there for a moment, our pulses matching up with each other, connected in this most intimate of ways, the uncomfortable stretch transforms into pleasure.

And now, I want to move. My muscles are exhausted, though. I want to help with the fucking, lift myself up and down on him, be involved and active…but I also just want to lean back against Mr. Tyler and allow him and Sebastian to take charge.

“You’re perfect,” Sebastian says, scooting close again. He’s still jacking himself off, lazily, as if he doesn’t care whether or not he comes again.

Maybe they really do feel like we have all night.

Mr. Tyler moves within me slowly, carefully.

Sebastian kisses my knee, my inner thigh.

His hazel eyes gleam in the dim light coming from the city below this penthouse and he watches as I begin to fall apart.

My muscles shake again, and every sensation in my pussy is heightening, lifting me out and beyond.

I don’t think I can handle another spark of pleasure.

And then Sebastian grips my knees, pushing me wider. He leans forward and I feel the hot, wet tip of his tongue against my clit.

“Yes!” I cry. “Fuck, yes.” I’m nearly there again, so fucking close.

“Language.” Mr. Tyler’s voice is a growl. He twists my nipple roughly, and it hurts, but the pain quickly transforms into something not only tolerable, but beautiful.

Pain is beautiful. I had no idea until now, what this all meant, but now I’m beginning to understand. Pain can transform. Transcend.

And that is when I come for the second time, screaming for these men, for these daddies , who have fucked me so thoroughly and beautifully, they’re ruining me for anyone else.

It’s too good.

It will never be this good again.

And that’s why I have to get the hell out of this place.

Sebastian

Kingston comes with a loud grunt, slamming into Ella and going still. He bends his head forward to rest against her shoulder, then kisses her neck.

“You were great, little one,” he says.

“Mmm,” she says, her voice soft and sleepy.

Reclining against King’s chest, with her legs spread and King’s cock still embedded inside of her, Ella is an absolute vision. I want this to be a painting, hung only in a bedroom that the three of us share, a reminder of how good we have it, how fantastic we are together.

Her taste is still on my lips. I run my tongue over them, collecting as much as possible. I’ve never eaten out a woman who tastes like a combination of feminine sweetness and strawberries, but somehow, Ella does.

King pulls her to the side, the two of them reclining. He moves back on the bed, to the far side of it. “Scoot to the middle,” he tells her, “and Bash can sleep on your other side.”

I see the moment everything reverts back to the way it was for her. I see the moment her insecurities come crashing down around her. I see the hollow look of disappointment in her eyes, the panic, the death of hope.

She sighs and sits up, closing off her expression as best she can. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to go.”

“No, you don’t.” Kingston moves to grab her, but she hops off the bed and away, out of his reach.

I could reach for her, restrain her, but I’m too surprised. I’d thought all three of us were going to stay together tonight, do more. Experience more. Find out just how far we could take things.

But now she just looked…wrecked. And not in a good way.

“I really do have to go.” She bites her lip, then looks between the two of us. “I have work, and…this was really nice. Thank you.”

Kingston’s lips press together and he glowers.

“It was nice ?” I ask. “That’s it?”

I’m not trying to be a dick, but come on. Didn’t everything we just did shift the boundaries of her world the same way it did to mine? I don’t think I’m ever going to be the same, after this.

I know how good it can be. How magical.

King sits up, looking gobsmacked—exactly how I feel.

Ella bends down for her panties and tugs them up over her legs. I’m torn between admiring her beauty and puzzling over how she could suddenly be up and ready to leave.

“Thank you both, for the wonderful night. I truly, truly enjoyed it.”

She pulls her panties all the way up and whirls away, leaving the bedroom.

King and I look at each other as Ella’s faint footsteps pad down the hall.

“I’m not ready for her to go,” I say. “Are you?”

“Fuck, no.”

Naked, I hurry after her. From the corner of my eye, I see King pulling on his boxers, but I don’t even bother. I need to convince our little girl to stay. Stay tonight. Stay forever.

Ella’s in the main entry where I helped her out of her dress. She lifts it up, trying to find the right orientation. “Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters, her hands flailing in the yards of flowing blue fabric.

The elevator door whooshes open, but it isn’t because Ella pushed the button. No, as she’s struggling to get on her dress, someone else is coming in.

The new arrival looks around the room, his blue eyes wide in confusion before narrowing in on Ella.

“What the fuck ,” he says.

Ella gasps. She turns around to see him standing there.

Her voice is a whisper. “Joel.”