Page 49 of Their Perfect Daddy

SKYE

I ’m recording a clip for my paid subscribers when there’s a knock on the door. Instead of pausing the video, I call out for whoever it is to come in. Both boys know I’m working. It must be important for them to interrupt.

Monty’s face appears in the cracked door. “Hi,” he says with a smirk.

I raise my brow. Since everything I film is below the neck, I don’t bother with controlling my expressions.

“How may I help you? I’m in the midst of filming.”

The reminder does nothing to dissuade him. He presses the door open further instead.

“I thought you might want to see this. It just came in.”

There's no time to ask what he means before Danny is strutting into the room in one of the sexiest outfits I’ve ever seen. The lace and ribbon draped over him is so intricate I can’t tell what’s for function and what’s for aesthetic.

“What are you two up to?”

At my question, Danny gives Monty a look. My brat nods, encouraging whatever they’ve planned.

Watching him stride over to me is enough to have me ready to come in my pants. There’s nothing left to my imagination in this outfit. He’s on full display for my enjoyment.

“We thought it would be good to let your followers know you don’t need any romantic offers now. It seems they can’t stop thirsting over you,” he teases.

His words are said in jest, but the look in his eyes is nothing of the sort. My boy is being controlled by the green-eyed monster. I wonder which comments get to him most. Is it the offers of sex or the marriage proposals? Maybe it’s the promises of the viewer being the best I’ve ever had.

Either way, it’s all an illusion. Even if I didn’t have my boys, I wouldn’t want anyone who thirsted over me so publicly.

Not because there is anything wrong with it.

It’s just that there’s too much pressure involved when a follower has you on a pedestal before you’ve ever even met.

I don’t need that kind of expectation in my romantic life.

“What did you plan?” I ask, watching the two of them flank me like predators. My body heats under their attention.

I should stop the recording. There is no chance of any of this being useful for the channel.

And yet… I can’t bring myself to care about it enough to move forward. All I want is to strip them both bare and have my way with them.

My princess steps around the camera until he’s between my legs. A quick glance at the screen shows a perfect view of his rounded cheeks filling the frame. The lace accentuates each inch of him in a way that leaves me damn near breathless.

“I think we broke him,” comes from my brat. It’s enough to pull me from staring at the digital image of Danny rather than embracing the real thing.

Reaching out, I grip his hips and pull him closer. “You’re teasing me, princess.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are. Let me guess — our brat suggested this idea, and you couldn’t say no?”

He shakes his head as his hands land on my shoulders. “Nope! I thought of this myself.”

“See, Daddy. I’m not the only brat around.” Monty says arrogantly. When I look his way, he’s radiating a sort of glow that only comes when he thinks he’s won. I’ve seen the look when it comes to sports and video games. Rarely does it show in these types of moments.

Rather than encourage anything, I release Danny and lean back. My arms move to the back of the couch I’m seated on as I give them my most casual expression.

“Seems you two are expecting more from me. Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

Danny bites his lip as he looks at Monty. “Tell him.”

“I think you should do it. You’re the one with this bright idea after all. I’m only here to be emotional support.”

His reply makes me laugh. They both brighten at the sound, as if making me happy is a reward for them.

Fuck.

I love them so much. Even when they’re causing trouble, there’s no doubt in my mind they belong to me. Just as I belong to them.

“Danny, please go sit in the chair,” I say, pointing to the wingback a few feet away. “And Monty, come here.”

While they shift, I take the time to turn off the recording function of the camera. I leave the window open though, since it gives me the perfect view to watch what I normally wouldn’t be able to.

Once Danny is seated, I pull Monty down onto my lap. He gasps at the feel of my hard cock beneath him. The image of him on the screen makes the moment more delicious. Because while he normally kept his cool early on in our relationship, his face now shows a different story.

All his bratty behavior is stripped away. It’s replaced by lust strong enough to have me groaning as I bite down on his shoulder over his clothes. My brat shivers, tilting his head to the side to give me access to the bare skin there.

I trail my mouth over his languid form. Each press of my lips or graze of my teeth seems to ignite his desire more.

Then there’s the whimpering boy across from us.

Danny’s sitting in the chair with his legs spread and his hands on his thighs. They twitch on his skin, as if he’s fighting against touching himself. It’s a fucking beautiful thing to behold.

“We’re going to show our princess what happens when you try to trick Daddy,” I faux whisper to Monty.

He nods quickly. On the screen, I can see his eyes are closed tight, and it makes me wonder just how much he’d agree to in this state. What will my boy let me do when driven by his desires?

“Take your clothes off.” At my command, he leaps to do as I asked.

Glancing over at Danny, I tell him, “Get me some lube, Princess. I’m going to need it for our brat’s tight little ass.”

The way the two of them freeze is comical. It takes a few seconds for them to start up again. When they do, it’s with a flurry of movement.

As they work, I unbuckle my slacks and slip my pants off. I leave my underwear on in an effort to keep them focused. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for either of them to get back into position.

Danny hands me the lube, then shuffles back to his seat. He’s being so well behaved. I’m almost tempted to let him join in. If he keeps this up, I’ll have no other choice.

Good boys get rewards.

Monty stands before me, fully nude. Every inch of him is covered in muscle. The bronze planes call for my touch, begging for attention in a way I can’t resist.

I trail my fingers across his chest and down his abs. They tense under my scrutiny. It brings a smirk to my face knowing I have this sort of effect on him. It’s the same for me. He just can’t tell past his own desire.

When my hands reach his thighs, I make a point to avoid his erection. He’s a leaking, throbbing mess before me, and I love it. I can’t wait to watch it bob as he bounces on my cock.

The thought is enough to nearly make me stop my perusal of him. Except, there’s a part of him I had a hand in and want to give attention to. Tapping his leg, I motion for him to lift it to my knee. When he does, I immediately trail the fingertips over his surgery scar.

I’ll never forget what seeing him on the operating table did to me. The pain and fear is etched into my soul for all eternity.

And yet, the feeling doesn’t overwhelm me anymore. I know he’s safe and alive and best of all, happy. He’s able to play the sport he loves, be with the men he loves, and run a charity organization for kids he cares about.

Leaning forward, I kiss the scar. He gasps as my lips brush over the raised flesh. A glance at Danny shows he’s got tears in his eyes. I’d worry if he wasn't smiling so big.

“Time to take a ride,” I say as I ease his leg back down. Monty’s gaze snaps to mine.

“You want me to…”

“Sure do, baby. I know it’s not something we do often, but I’d —”

“YES! Yes, please, Daddy. I want you inside me.”

The next few moments are filled with quick movements, a healthy amount of lube, some focused fingering, and encouragement on my part.

My boy has only bottomed for me one other time.

He always seems more focused on ensuring Danny is the one being fucked, but I know he likes it too.

That’s why I told our princess to watch this time.

Well, and also because he needs to see bratty behavior can have consequences.

By the time the head of my cock presses against his hole, we’re all panting like we’ve run a marathon. It’s all that can be heard in the otherwise silent room.

At least it is until Monty lets out the most sensual moan I’ve ever heard. With each inch he sinks down deeper, his facade falls apart. I watch the screen, noting his pleasure and how quickly he adjusts. It’s all information I file away for later use. This is going to become a regular occurrence.

“You take my cock so beautifully, baby.” My words are coated in gravel, the desire I feel giving them a hard edge I can’t control.

Monty hums, nodding along though his eyes are closed and his head thrown back. He’s all feeling now. I doubt he knows what I’m saying at all.

“Danny,” I call out without looking his way.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Come here, Princess.”

He’s up and over to us in an instant. His cock pokes out from the top of the lace he’s wearing, the head a fountain of precum. If that wasn’t enough to tell me he’s aroused, then his blown pupils and heavy breathing would be.

“Watch Daddy so you can repeat when it’s your turn,” I tell him. Then I address Monty by saying, “Time to ride, baby. I’ll help you get started.”

My hands come around him, one landing on his chest and the other on his abs. The hug gives me enough of a grip to guide him as he moves up and down. It’s a slow start with how lost in everything he is, but he manages well enough.

Danny watches with awe, his gaze solely on where my hands touch Monty. He doesn’t even look at the golden, thick cock practically begging for attention before him. Nor does he pay any mind to how Monty’s ass grips me tightly.

No, it’s my hands on Monty’s chest that have his whole attention — just as I knew it would.

“You like seeing me touch him, don’t you?”

He nods quickly.

“Do you want to touch him too?”

He nods again.

“Then get closer. Move my hands how you want them,” I command.

Stepping forward, he gets close enough to touch, yet not so close Monty can’t keep moving.

I let my muscles relax as Danny takes over.

He uses me to stroke and squeeze all over.

Something about it all feels different than anything else we’ve done so far.

I think it’s because for once, I’m being used instead of leading.

While I’m still Daddy — still the Dominant partner — they’re expressing how much they want me to be involved as well.

Monty tightens around me when Danny uses me to squeeze him. It also makes his eyes open for the first time since we started. His bouncing stutters to a halt as he takes in what’s happening. Then his gaze meets mine in the camera screen.

“Are you recording us?” he asks, his voice unsteady.

I shake my head. “No, baby. I wouldn’t do that. I just wanted to see your face. Wanted to know when you felt good.”

The slight tension in his form dissipates at the truth of my words. “Can… can we record some other time? Just for us.”

“If our princess is ok with it, I don’t see why not.”

“I’m in!” Danny rushes to say.

We all laugh at the eager tone. Those laughs turn into moans as Monty picks back up riding me. I know I won’t last much longer at this rate. My balls are already aching to come.

“Monty, baby,” I say to get his attention. “I need you to pull out our princess’s cock and stroke him. We all need to come. I’m not going to last.”

There’s a groan quickly followed by a gasp. When I look past Monty’s body, I see he’s doing just as I asked. Our princess has given up the act of using my hands. Instead, he’s touching Monty himself while my hands remain firmly planted on Monty’s pecs.

Danny is the first to break with a shout a few moments later. His cum splashes against Monty, who follows his release. The second my boy tightens around my length, I’m a goner.

I come and I come and I come some more. It’s the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had. Which, honestly, makes perfect sense given the buildup and love I feel with these two.

As soon as Danny pulls back, Monty stands. Seeing cum drip from his ass makes me feral. I want him this way all the time. Danny too. It’s fucking ridiculous, yet I can’t stop myself from the thoughts.

To add to the chaos in my mind, Monty turns to show Danny, saying, “Look what Daddy gave me.”

Before I can think better of it, I’m commanding our princess to drop to his knees. He does as I ask, and without further instruction goes about licking my release from Monty’s ass. With each slurp, Monty’s eyes widen and his body quivers.

“What… what is happening?”

“Our princess is cleaning up my mess. Isn’t that right, Danny?”

He hums rather than giving me a verbal reply. I smile at the sound as Monty fights to stay upright. Placing my hands on his hips, I keep him steady until Danny has his fill.

“Thank you for the treat, Daddy. It was delicious.”

Smiling at him, I kiss his lips. The taste of my cum and Monty mix with the sweetness of my princess. It’s an alluring flavor I know I’ll need another chance to analyze some other time.

For now, I’m as content as can be. These men — my boys — have given me everything I never thought I’d have. My happily ever after begins and ends with them.

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