บททั้งหมดของ Yes, Alpha Daddy: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

MOONA POVI did good. It feels so good to do good. Buying presents for Cain and Brian was everything I hoped it would be. It’s not just in the way they say thanks over and over, and it’s not in the way I feel so proud as Cain places his present up on the cabinet where the other one used to be. It’s not even in the way Brian looks so fine as he tries his new tie on over his shirt. It’s in the way they smile, the way they look at me. The way their appreciation makes me feel so loved. I do feel loved here. I feel accepted and wanted and bothered enough that they work through my shit rather than give up on me. I feel safe when I wake up in the morning, and like I belong right where I am as I walk through the fields behind the house. I never want to let this go, not any of it. Not this house, not this life, not Brian, and not Cain, either. I’ve never liked TV, not shows nor films, but after a couple of cold beers in Cain’s kitchen, laughing and joking through a lo

BRIAN POVI loosen my tie and tug it off. She helps me unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor, rubbing my dick through my trousers as I fumble with my belt. I take them down and my boxers with them, far beyond giving a shit about Cain’s eyes all over me. “Big.” Moona smiles like a filthy little pixie as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. “I want it inside me.” So do I. But not until I’ve tasted that pretty little cunt. I have to shunt down to bury my face between her thighs, licking in her long slow sweeps until I’ve tasted all of her. I dip my tongue inside and she’s gloriously fucking slippery in there. Slippery but fucking tight. She bucks against my face.“Suck my clit…” she whimpers. “Make me come…” I suck that hard little bud until she squirms. Until she moans for me. Until I feel her feet grappling against my back. I suck her clit as Cain tugs his t-shirt over his head. He pulls his zip down and frees his big meaty dick from his jea

CAIN POVBrian tugs his pants back on when it’s just us left in the room. I don’t bother with mine. Who really gives a fuck for modesty after all that? He collects up the beer bottles and gathers the scattered popcorn from the carpet while I grab a wet cloth from the kitchen to wipe down my poor ravaged sofa. I give Moona’s ass a playful slap on the way through and she pokes her tongue out. Fuck, I love that fucking girl. “You alright?” I ask Brian as I rub over the wet patches on the fabric. “I don’t know what I am anymore,” he says, but he doesn’t look about to go anywhere, and I doubt he ever will. I doubt either of us ever will, because this thing we have – the contagious Moona Avii effect – I’m pretty damn sure this shit is terminal. “I can’t find a way to justify why what we did feels so right,” he tells me. I tip my head. “So stop trying. I have.” “It can’t be right,” he says, but he’s lacking the conviction he’s been so desperately c

BRIAN POVI don’t know who I am anymore as I woke up in bed with my best friend and the girl whose pussy we both pounded last night. My dick is already at half mast, even though my stomach is churning at the thought of it all. Moona is still asleep between us, her face resting on my arm and her ankle over mine. She looks peaceful in the warm morning light, nothing like the dirty girl who begged for dick last night. Sleeping next to her was beautiful. Her limbs tangled in mine after so long sleeping alone was exquisite. Having Cain on the other side of her really shouldn’t seem like such a big deal after what went down in the shower, but it still has me reeling. Fuck, the shower. My cock twitches at the thought and I grimace, not sure whether to jerk myself to hardness or jump right on back in to hose myself down cold. I don’t know how this happened, and I don’t know why I can’t stop. I don’t know why I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole without so much as

MOONA POVIt’s warm in the middle, wedged tight between two hot bodies in Cain’s bed. I love it here.I try not to remember it’s Sunday night and they’ll be back at work again in the morning.Cain’s hand is on my stomach, Brian’s is on mine. One of my legs hooks Cain’s , the other hooks his.I should be exhausted but I’m not. I should be ready for sleep after an afternoon trekking through fields, my pussy sore from taking Brian again earlier.But I’m not.I want them both again and I want them now. I can’t get enough of them.I can’t get enough of them loving me. Wanting me. Taking care of me.I can’t get enough of the way I know they’ll pull me back in line whenever I get too much, either.Rough. That’s what I want.Rough and strong and dirty.My two dirty daddies.I must manage an hour or two of trying to sleep before it gets too much. Cain rolled onto his side, facing me, his breath even against my cheek.Brian is still on his back, rigid as he stares up at the ceiling.I know he’s