🔞🔞🔞. Almost as if he can read my thoughts, Daddy's hand disappears under my dress and suddenly cups my soaking cunt, startling a squeak out of me.
"You alright, darlin'?" asks Evan, that same smirk on his gorgeous mouth. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he knows exactly what Daddy's doing to me.
"F-fine," I stammer. "Just stubbed my toe on the t-table."
There's no way any of them can see what Daddy's doing - the tablecloth is in the way, and it just looks like his hand is resting on my thigh - but the thrill has me flushing all over, hot and bothered by the hint of danger here. It's different to those times my mom almost caught us. This time ... I kind of want them to see.
Daddy's two fingers slide into the slick of my pussy lips, scissoring them apart and spreading my juice all over. He deliberately avoids my clit, just stroking my slit over and over, until my eyes feel hazy and drool pools in my mouth. Christ, if he's not careful, I'm going to come in front of all these guys.
"D-Daddy," I breathe in warning.
Daddy's hungry eyes look up at me, and it takes everything within me not to just kiss him then and there. I'm so needy and he's so close, every fibre of my being is screaming at me to pin him down and ride him right then and there.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he assures me quietly, his fingers slipping through my drenched slit, up and down, up and down. "Just relax. Daddy will take care of you."
Relaxing is, however, pretty damn impossible when five eyes are consistently glancing up at me, perched in my daddy's lap, my face now probably aflame with both arousal and embarrassment.
The round ends, and Cam deals another hand. When his gaze meets mine, there's a simmer of heat there that has me clenching my thighs together instinctively. I've known Cam since I was a little girl, but he's never looked at me like that before.
Daddy shifts me slightly, and as he does, his hand tugs the V-neck of my sundress aside under the pretense of moving my arm. My left breast all but pops out, the nipple just peeking out of the side, but when I go to rearrange it, Daddy stops me with a firm grip on my wrist.
"You okay, baby?" he asks me in a low tone.
I can see he's asking for my consent - whether or not I'm okay with how this proceeds - and I swallow. "Yeah, but ... t-they'll know about us, Daddy," I whisper with wide eyes.
A smile quirks at the corners of Daddy's handsome lips. "Don't worry, angel. They don't mind. They know all about us, nobody's gonna tell."
And that's all the information I'm given before the game commences once more, and Connor asks Daddy something about work.
Nolan's eyes are all but glued to the pink, stiffened nipple on blatant display, and almost thoughtlessly, Daddy's big, roughened hand comes up to cup my palmful-sized tit, like he's weighing it in his palm.
Like he's offering it to one of them.
I freeze, waiting for something to happen - one of them to jump up and yell at Daddy, maybe, or someone to immediately call the police.
But they all act as though it's totally normal for a daddy to be fondling his little girl's tit.
In fact, both Nolan and Josh look as though they're about to start drooling. Evan's still wearing that knowing smirk, and Cam's jaw is tight with want.
Do they ... like this?
"Breathe, baby," Daddy reminds me softly.
His thumb and index finger pinch at my beaded nipple, eliciting a half-gasp, half-moan out of me. Try as I might, breathing is a little difficult when I'm trying not to cum all over my daddy's leg.
"She always this needy?" Connor asks with a low chuckle that goes straight to my dripping core. It takes me a second to realize he's talking about me.
"You don't know the half of it," Daddy replies with a roguish smirk. "She can't even go a few hours without being stuffed full of something."
His fingers scoop along my soaked slit, ignoring the ragged gasp it pulls from me, and he displays his glistening digits to every lustful eye in the room.
"See? I haven't even done anything and she's dripping all over me." Daddy offers his fingers to me, and with only a second's hesitation, I take them into my mouth, licking them clean one by one.
A low groan sounds from somewhere around the table, and I notice Josh adjusting himself beneath the tablecloth.
The temperature in the room skyrockets, and like a switch has been flicked, the mood goes from 'chill' to ... well, something predatory.
"Good girl," Daddy whispers, kissing my neck just below the spot that makes me go crazy. To the rest of the guys, he says: "Since not one of you losers stands a chance of beating me, how about this: whoever's dealing the round gets my girl on their lap. The only rule is, no coming inside her - I want her to experience being hosed down by all of you at once."
Both I and Nolan moan at that, and Daddy chuckles once more.
"You alright with that, babygirl?" he asks me in a low tone.
"Yes, Daddy," I say, knowing full well he can probably see the stars in my eyes.
Holy shit. I never would have expected my night to go like this. I thought - at most -
Daddy would shoo them all out the door as soon as I came downstairs, obviously needy beyond belief, and proceed to drape me over the nearest surface and rail me good and hard.
Like most red-blooded females, of course I've fantasied about various men having their way with me, but never have I seriously considered what it would be like - especially if it involved my daddy!
But God, they're all so hot, and although my daddy is all the man I need, I'd have to be insane to turn down this opportunity to get absolutely wrecked.
"You good to sit with Evan, sweetheart?" Daddy asks, and I almost miss the tap of his hand on my ass as I all but skip over to where Evan's seated, his thighs spread wide, cigarette still held in the corner of his mouth.
"Take a seat, gorgeous girl," Evan says.
My nerves and excitement are two sides of the same coin, but I know none of these guys would hurt me. I also know they'll stop if I ask, so really, what do I have to lose?
I straddle Evan, my chest against his, and immediately his arm winds around my waist to pull me closer. God, he's so buff and delicious, with peppery stubble and long hair slung up in a topknot. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey, and I grind down on his lap almost instinctively.
"You like kisses, princess?" Evan asks, and I nod eagerly. He laughs, and pulls me
down, tapping his cigarette out on the table behind me. "Let's start with that, then."
Our lips meet, and I exhale dreamily. It's so different to kissing Daddy, but it's still good. Evan licks inside my mouth, staining my tongue with his taste, while his hand cups my head and holds me to him. My hands trace down his chest, his hardened stomach, all the way to his zipper, and I can feel the huge cock straining under the metal there.
"Get me out, sweet," Evan rasps. "Warm my cock while I deal this hand, hm?"
Fuck.
With trembling fingers, I undo his fly and his huge, uncut cock springs forth into my palm. He kisses me a little more while I pump him to full hardness - Daddy has trained me so well - and helps me to line himself up at my dripping entrance. My thighs shake either side of him, and his hand smooths down my back.
"Am I the first man to fuck you, aside from your daddy?" Evan asks. When I bite my lip and nod, his smirk deepens, though he still looks gentle. "I'll go easy on you then, precious."
I almost point out that I don't want him to go easy on me - but then, I'm not exactly sure what Evan's idea of 'easy' is.
I can feel every set of eyes at the table on me as I flick my sundress's hem out of the way to sink down onto Evan's long, thick cock. From the first inch, I begin to moan in earnest - again, it's so different to the feel of Daddy's huge cock, but it's certainly not bad different.
He scoops me closer as he prepares the stack of cards, shuffling and cutting them behind my back, every movement jostling me further down on his dick, until my pussy kisses his groin, and I'm panting like I've run a marathon.
For a long moment, all I can do is sit there and clench around Evan's length, bliss overtaking me at the sensation of being so full.
"That's it, baby. Just like that."
His praise washes over me, and I drag myself up and down, inch by inch, until I'm riding him at a languid pace. Fuck, but I feel so good. I don't let myself get bogged down by doubt or self-consciousness; I'm just a being of pleasure right now, on display for these powerful men to use and handle as they see fit.
I glance back at Daddy, and see his eyes glued to Evan's arm around my waist.
Is he jealous?
