Heath grunts.
“She has to say that, she’s a good girl,” Wyatt whispers, his eyes wicked and hot. “But she’ll be saying yes soon enough. She’ll be crying out for Daddy to come deep inside her.”
“Stop talking,” Heath growls, and I squeak, worried we’ve gone too far.
Wyatt shuts up. But he doesn’t stop jerking Heath off, so he can’t be that worried.
And then Heath’s hips move, just a scant little shift. Enough to push the tip inside me and hold it there as he breathes heavily above me.
My whole body feels alive, and I know it won’t take much for me to go over that glorious edge. Dirty-talk-driven quickies is my favorite kind of sex yet.
Heath drags my wrists together above my head and pins them with one hand. He wraps his other hand around the side of my neck, his thumb trailing a firm line down the front of my throat. “Shh,” he rasps.
I say nothing.
“Hold still for Daddy,” he growls. “Be a good girl.”
My breaths jerk in and out of me, tight little sucks of air. Wyatt rolls away, and it’s just the two of us. Heath’s thighs shove my legs wider, and then that hand coasts down my body. A rough, gasp-inducing squeeze of my breast. A ghost of his palm over my belly, where his hand spreads from hip bone to hip bone.
He’s so much bigger than me, he could overpower me in a heartbeat.
I am entirely at his mercy. My pleasure is his to give, or to deny. And he wants me to be a silent little thing for him, so Daddy can secretly fuck me in this big bed on an early Sunday morning.
He finally settles his hand on my hip, lifting me up, tilting me to take him better.
And then he plunges into me, his whole body driving forward and down. He pins me beneath him, and the angle he’s entered me at puts my clit right against the rigid lower plane of his belly.
On the next rocking thrust, his whole body works against mine in perfect tandem. The pressure on my clit scrambles my brain, and the heavy push of his erection, claiming space inside me, is a one-two strum against my arousal.
His grip tightens on my wrists. Another thrust. Oh God. Need coils tight.
“Don’t fucking come on me,” he snarls. “If you come, I’ll follow. Daddy can’t come inside you.”
I cry out, a bad girl now who can’t keep quiet, because I’m lost, that image tipping me over into ecstasy. He bites out a curse word then barrels into me, three times fast, before locking up his hips when his cock is deep in my belly.
His eyes are burning embers as he sucks in a breath, staring down at me. “Couldn’t help myself,” he says slowly. He rocks his hips, his cock slowly pulsing inside me. “You’re too fucking sexy.”
“Need your mouth, little miss.” Wyatt climbs up the bed, and I turn my head, parting my lips as his cock thrusts forward, even as Heath is still inside my pussy. Three hard pulls against my tongue and I’m gulping down his release, hot spurts right to the back of my throat.
He holds himself in my mouth as his long length softens just a bit.
I’m filled to the brim now, and I suckle happily at Wyatt’s tip to let him know that was everything I wanted.
Heath drags himself off me and nestles in behind me, sending Wyatt to find me a washcloth.
“This was incredible.” His voice drags, a ragged edge to his tone underlining the middle word in a way that pings my brain, even through the sex fog. “The perfect end to a perfect weekend.”
“We still have breakfast.” I nuzzle into his neck. “Pancakes again?”
“A sweet treat for Wyatt’s sweet girl?” He smooths his hand over my hair. “Absolutely.”
Wyatt’s girl?
I recoil.
And the slash of pain in his gaze confirms my reaction is on point.
This was incredible.