DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET
The friction sparked through me, making my breath hitch.
Damien knelt behind me on the couch, his chest pressing to my back for a moment, mouth brushing my shoulder. "Lean forward," he murmured, and I did, bracing my hands on Elliot's shoulders. Elliot's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, his lips finding mine in a kiss that started soft—tongues sliding, tasting the salt from my earlier tears—but turned deeper, hungrier, like he was pouring all those unspoken years into it. Damien's hand smoothed over my ass cheek, squeezing, then parting me wider. The cool drip of lube landed right on my hole—startling at first, then warming as he rubbed it in with his thumb.