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Chapter Seven

Dean

“ O ur wives are kind of fucked up for this,” Cameron says.

Both of us are sitting on the couch with pillows over our junk, but make no mistake, I’m hard as nails knowing Ruby is in her bedroom getting prepared to suck me off. “Definitely the weirdest game show I’ve ever been on.”

“It’s the only game show you’ve ever been on,” he remarks.

I start to laugh but turn it into a cough and give him the finger instead. “Look, I know our wives want us to walk away from this time with Ruby as friends, but we both know that’s not happening.”

“I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking. As if competing with you for the same girl is somehow going to make you tolerable.”

I’m nodding in agreement, too horny to be insulted at the moment. “Not going to lie, though, I’m fucking thrilled with their bad decision making. Another shot with Ruby Lang…”

“Agreed. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance.”

Unable to wait another second, now that I’m thinking about my sweet blonde obsession, I grasp myself under the pillow and give in for a couple pumps. “The amount of times I’ve imagined this over the years is obscene. I can’t believe it’s happening.”

“No one would believe it,” Cameron rasps, jerking himself slowly under his own pillow, forearms flexing. “If she gives head half as good as she kisses, I’m toast.”

“Tastes like fucking sugar, that girl.”

“ Sugar .”

Both of us tip our heads back and stroke, our labored breathing loud in the living room, the fireplace hissing and crackling in the background.

My belly is starting to hollow out, which is a telltale sign I’m close to popping—and who wouldn’t be after having Ruby’s legs around their hips in a micro bikini, her mouth so eager to be Frenched?

I almost came on the kitchen floor, right in front of my wife.

Jesus, I never would have heard the end of it.

Cameron and I only stop working ourselves under the pillows when we hear footsteps approaching.

I can’t believe my life is real when Ruby appears, framed in the hallway, dressed in what can only be described as a costume.

White knee socks, a red plaid skirt that doesn’t even cover her pussy, and a white, see-through swatch of fabric tied up beneath her braless tits. Pigtails. Her hair is in pigtails.

The fucking room is spinning around me, I’m so ready to blow.

How the hell am I going to last long enough to win this competition?

Because I need to win it. This hunger inside me to be the experienced older man in her life runs deep. It’s not just the title of Daddy I want. It’s the reality. Being the first man inside of her would validate the instinct I’ve always had inside me for Ruby.

Our twin groans echo off the walls of the living space at the sight of her in the outfit, and they only grow louder when Ruby takes her place in front of us, kneeling down and removing the pillows, a pink flush appearing on her cheeks.

“Does someone have a watch?” she asks, settling her palms on top of the pillows.

“I do,” I manage through a torrent of heavy breathing.

“Then you keep time first,” she says, taking away Cameron’s pillow.

And fuck, he’s straight up engorged, his cock standing at ninety degrees, his full-looking testicles hugging the base.

I almost feel bad for the dude. After being a few seconds away from fucking Ruby by the pool, his balls must be bluer than an evening ocean.

“Oh Jesus,” he growls, when she lowers her mouth toward his lap, those bee-stung lips hovering right above his tip. Hands sweating, I fumble with my watch, taking it off and holding it in front of me, ready to time.

“Go,” I grunt, choking off my balls in my left hand, so I won’t blast off, before I get to experience the bliss of her mouth on me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cameron grits when her lips connect, her tongue roving around his tip lazily.

Teasingly. His fingers fly to the arms of the couch, knuckles drained of color.

And then a moan explodes out of him, when she begins to bob her head, sucking him in earnest, her mouth stretching around his shaft.

I’m trying to keep my attention locked on the face of my watch, but there’s live pornography happening right in front of me.

She’s divinely inexperienced sucking cock.

That lack of experience is making her try twice as hard, her upper body bent forward over Cameron, showing off those ass cheeks beneath the short skirt.

Her eyes water from the pressure of Cameron in her throat, making her eyes luminous as she looks up at him for approval—can’t she tell she’s driving him insane?

“He loves it, baby,” I rumble, wanting to reassure her. “He’s trying not to come all over that pretty little face.”

“Haven’t had it sucked in so long,” he pants, head falling back.

“Me neither, man. Fuck .”

“Jesus, she’s going to bring me off. Has it been thirty seconds yet?”

“Almost.” Another three beats pass. “ Time. ”

I toss the watch onto the couch beside Cameron.

Cameron yells when Ruby frees him from her mouth, his chest heaving up and down, in obvious pain from holding back.

She walks over on her knees until she’s in front of me and I fumble aside the pillow, urging her head forward with my left hand, my abdomen pulling taut when she sips the precome off my tip, then bathes me with that mouth, the texture of her tongue mind blowing.

She brings me deep, her strokes nice and smooth, choking a little when I tap the back of her throat.

“That’s it, baby. Be good to Daddy with that mouth. ”

Cameron

As soon as I hear the D word, I know I’m in trouble.

Throw in the schoolgirl attire and I’m on the verge of losing this competition already.

There is a secret fantasy world no one knows about but me and it involves…

exactly what I’ve been given a front row seat to witness.

Ruby with a Daddy. A father figure. An older man showing her what it means to give pleasure, and receive it.

This scenario that has brought me to completion an embarrassing number of times throughout my life is being presented to me in 3D and it’s more viscerally sexy than I could have imagined.

Dean can be bolder than me, perhaps because he isn’t suffering from an intense case of interrupted coitus.

He tilts his hips up and takes one of Ruby’s pigtails in each hand, winding the long strands around his fist, twice, three times, urging her mouth lower and lower on his cock.

“My balls need some attention, baby, after all you’ve put them through today. ”

She slides him out of her mouth, spit connecting her to his flesh. “Do I suck those, too?” Her tongue trails up the underside. “Teach me.”

My vision doubles. Sweat breaks out on my forehead.

Dean cups her cheek. “You want me to teach you how to be a good girl?”

“Yes, please,” she breathes against his dick, her eyes excited. Grateful.

I drop the watch I so recently picked up and start to pump my own cock.

I can’t help it. She’s my dirtiest, most sinful thoughts come to life, on her knees with her hips tilted, her juicy, virgin pussy begging to be entered from the back, those tits spilling out of the flimsy top.

And she’s sucking his balls now, dutifully, innocent eyes on Daddy.

Looking at him the way she looked at my father that day six years ago. Shyly.

Giggling at his jokes.

Blushing at his compliments, blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on me.

On him.

“ Time ,” I say, hoarsely, knowing I’m playing with fire.

No way I’m going to withstand another round.

But I try anyway, handing the watch to Dean, who is sweating, too, his jaw clenched.

I watch him watch Ruby wrap both hands around my cock and start sliding those swollen lips up and down, twisting, while she suckles the tip noisily, eventually feeding my inches into her mouth, her throat, her skill developing in real time, and my God, my come starts to boil, a pained groan ripping up my throat.

Her lips are tight, precise, her touch beautifully eager.

I’m so close, but somehow I make it the full thirty seconds. A miracle.

“Time.” Dean’s voice is ragged. “Come here, little girl.”

I watch, unable to look away, as Dean drags Ruby in front of him by her pigtails.

With a few flicks of his wrists, he unties the flimsy shirt beneath her tits and wraps it around her head, blindfolding her while saliva drips down her chin and she struggles to breathe.

“I can’t look you in those sweet blue eyes when I do this,” he says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

And then he stands up, wraps those pigtails in his hands and fucks her throat.

“ Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck ,” he moans at the ceiling. “She’s Daddy’s little girl all right.”

Semen fountains from my dick, a power surge going through my entire body.

There’s nothing I can do to stop it, heavy glops of spend rolling down my jacking fist, my eyes glued to the lump protruding and retreating in Ruby’s throat, over and over and over, her lips stretched to capacity.

Tears rolling down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold.

But she’s not in distress. No, her hands rake up and down his abdomen and chest, as if she’s in a state of worship.

Dean is so lost in the throes of pleasure, he doesn’t realize he’s won the challenge at first, but slowly his gaze clears, and he pulls out of Ruby’s mouth with a curse, stroking her cheek to praise her. She leans into his touch, nuzzling him, while dragging in air.

“If you liked watching that—which you obviously did, you sick fuck,” Dean says, stooping down to pick up Ruby, once again throwing her boneless form over his shoulder. “You definitely won’t want to miss what happens now.”

He strides to the back of the house, Ruby’s blonde head dangling down near the small of his back, his hand laying a rough smack to her ass that echoes in my very blood.

Already getting hard again, I follow them.