LOGINCLOE POV “Don’t stop,” I said. “I never want you to stop.” Slowly we moved, slowly they fucked me, alternating strokes, one in one out, until I loosened, until I stretched enough to squirm, wanting more. They changed their timing, matching thrusts, grunting as one and fucking me deep, two big dicks inside me. “Fuck,” Soren said. He kissed Max’s mouth over my shoulder. “I can feel you,” he said. “Your cock feels so fucking good, Max. So fucking good.” I could feel them thrusting, could feel Soren’s piercings as he pressed tight against Max’s cock. “Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder!” They fucked me harder. They fucked me rough. Slamming into my holes as they grunted and jerked and worked me into a quivering mess. Max braced himself against the wall, and Soren slammed in, and it really hurt, but it was a perfect hurt. I could feel the pressure in my belly building, nerves tense and achy, the need for release backing up in me. It was coming. I was coming. I let out quick moans, le
CLOE POV“Wait.” I laughed as two sets of hands came straight for me. “I didn’t mean right this second. I stink of horse. I’m muddy!”“But we love it when you’re dirty.” Soren grinned. “That’s how we like you best.”He hooked his fingers inside the waist of my jodhpurs, and I shunted towards him as he pulled. He kissed my neck, slowly, softly, tickling me with his tongue bar as Max’s hands snaked around my waist from behind.“I’ve really missed this,” I said. “I think I’m addicted. It’s official, I’m a sex addict. Good job I have two of you to give me my fix.”Max’s breath was hot against my cheek. “Twice the pleasure. For all of us.”I reached back for him, pulling him closer, until I could feel the swell of his cock against my ass. His hand slipped under my t-shirt, climbing my ribs, and I held my breath as he felt his way inside my bra. He found my nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and moaned into him.Soren’s palm pressed between my legs. “Gonna
CLOE POV We moved to the living room, and I took the armchair. Max took the sofa, and Soren took the pouffe between us both. “So,” Max said, ever the straight-talker. “Where do we go from here? What do you want from us?” I took a second to organise my thoughts, still not entirely sure where they were heading. “Our arrangement is off,” I said. “I don’t want any more payments, I don’t want any more money.” I looked between them. “I don’t want any three weekends out of four, not that we’ve ever had that yet. I don’t want hot daddies, I don’t need hot daddies. Not anymore. Not now the yard is off the table.” Max nodded, and so did Soren. It was Max who spoke next, predictably. “Alright,” he said. “If that’s what you want. What now? Friends?” “I hope we’re a little past that.” I smiled. “I want to see how this goes. I love being with you guys, I love spending time with you, I love what we have.” “I think it’s safe to say we all feel like that,” Soren said. “You won’t get any argumen
CLOE POV The nerves started up as Soren turned onto their estate. The thought of facing Max both excited and terrified me. Would he be cold again? Intimidating again? Closed off at the thought I couldn’t be the one they wanted? Couldn’t I be the one they wanted? Was this inevitably doomed? The idea hurt. Soren pulled onto their driveway. He turned off the radio and triggered the roof, and I fiddled with my seatbelt as we waited. “Don’t look so scared,” he said. “We’re home. It’s all good.” He squeezed my hand. “There’s nothing to worry about, Cloe, for real. No pressure.” “I know… I just…” I let out a breath, unclipped my belt. “Let’s go.” He opened the front door with a big smile on his face, ditched his keys on the side. “Honey, I’m home!” he called, and his voice was so warm, so silly. I followed him through to the kitchen, and there was Max, leaning against the island with his tablet in his hand, a mug of coffee by his side. His attention was on what he was doing, some work
CLOE POV He shrugged, stared out at Tino. “Like I said, I’ve been lucky. My story is a good one.” He smiled. “Had a wild stint at university though, smoked a bit too much weed and spent all my money on slot machines.” He brought his finger to his lips. “Shh, don’t tell anyone, I’m a good boy now.” He smirked. “Seriously, my lot is a good one. Dicked about with a load of randoms, had a lot of sex and it was fun, but not fulfilling. I made it in graphic design, which is all I really wanted, to be creative.” He stepped up onto the gate, leaned over. “I have my faults. I waste way too much time. Max’s a doer, I’m a procrastinator. I get addicted to things so easily, weird food, stupid games, getting inked. Everything. But I can live with that.” He laughed. “I’m really not that excited or that special. I’m just a guy who tries to look on the sunny side, appreciates what he has.” But he was exciting. He excited me. Everything about Soren excited me. “I think you’re pretty damn special,”
CLOE POVSoren didn’t linger on it. “Anyway, this is just background. The real heart of the matter, this baby thing, that’s been brewing for years. Max told me there was this park about twenty minutes’ walk from the hostel, a better park than the rundown piece of shit one by theirs. He used to take himself off there, and sit and watch. There were families, he said, nice families. Proper mums and dads with happy kids, just having a good time. He used to sit outside the fence and watch them, and pray that he’d have a family like that of his own one day. People to love.” He sighed. “Kids to love.” He picked up a bit of woodchip, turned it in his fingers. “When your dad gave him a shot he threw himself into work, to get ready for the future, to make something of himself. That’s what he says. Didn’t meet Cynthia until his late twenties, but thought she was the one. She claimed she felt the same. Who wouldn’t with a guy like Max? He’s gorgeous, successful, smart…” His voice trailed off. “Bu
VIOLET POVThis isn’t the morning Daddy Spencer I’ve come to know. He makes breakfast and hums a song I’ve never heard. He’s relaxed today. Today I helped him, chopping up mushrooms as he fries the sausages, and getting the bread ready for the toaster. “Teamwork,” he says as I drop the mushro
VIOLET POVHe’s going to put his fingers in there, and I want it. It feels so dirty but I want it.Daddy Spencer wants to put his fingers in my asshole, just like he put his tongue in there. But his fingers are big. Not as big as his cock.I breathe, and make myself relax, and he groans. He’
SPENCER POV“If that’s what you wanted, sweetheart.” I smile. “But I can use something, for tonight, to be safe.” She grips my wrist as I begin to move away, and I stop. Wait. “Please don’t,” she whispers. “Please don’t use anything. I want it to be you inside me. Just you.” “If you’re sur
SPENCER POVShe’s thinking about it, the Daddy play. I can see it all over her face. I can feel it in her wispy little breaths, her eyes staring at me as I make fast work of the drive home.She’s thinking about it and she likes it.I imagine her horny little clit. Imagine her damp white knickers. I







