Page 65 of Hunting Little Hope
He pulled me up onto my knees, hips in the air, arching my back so my ass was tipped and bare and nothing hidden. He made a pleased sound, half-laugh, half-growl, as he spread my cheeks with both hands, not gentle, and just watched for a second, his breath hot and damp against my skin. And then: he slid his fingers back into me, slower this time, not in a hurry at all, but impossibly deep. I moaned, muffled by the pillow, and rocked against him. The burn and fullness was like nothing else. Like he could touch every part of me, fill every empty spot, and keep me from flying off, even if my muscles shook and my legs tried to give out.
He kept one hand steady on my hip. The other did things I could have written entire essays about, but would never find the words for. He curled his fingers inside, spreading them just a little, and I made a pained noise of ferocious need. I was so close. So dangerously close and my Daddy hadn’t even begun to do his worst.
Before I could think to beg him to let me come, his body disappeared. I cried out in protest, but he was back soon enough. Naked now.
A pleased hum left my throat as he wrapped his warm, hard body around mine.
And then he was in me.
I gasped at the fullness, every inch of him burying inside me at a pace that hovered between reverent and ravenous.Lee’s body covered mine, his hands braced on either side of my shoulders, his breath hot in my ear. I tried to push back, greedily desperate, but he held me right where he wanted me—a little helpless, completely exposed, and loving it.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he crooned, and I shuddered at the praise. “Look at you—so needy, so naughty, you like being used by Daddy, don’t you?”
I could barely speak; my body was all sensation. But I managed to whimper, “Yes, Daddy, please.”
He moved, slow at first, somehow both gentle and brutal. The friction of his thrusts was amplified by the smarting heat across my cheeks, and when he reached around to play with my clit, I about lost my mind.
“Now turn your head, sweetheart. Turn your pretty face and watch as Daddy T takes care of Perry while I fuck you into this bed.”
Oh, my dear lord.
I did as ordered and was rewarded with the most beautiful sight. Perry’s body mirrored mine exactly, his chest pressed into the mattress, with his eyes focused on me. Tyrell was filling him from behind, and from the euphoric look on his face, Perry was as close to heaven as I was.
“That’s it, babygirl. See how he’s taking your other Daddy’s cock? When I’m done with you, he will take his turn claiming this pretty bottom of yours while you ride Perry. How do you feel about that?”
I moaned. I begged. I cried out, hoping for relief, and Perry wasn’t doing any better.
And that’s when our Daddies did their worst.
“Come for us,” they both said in tandem.
And we did. Spectacularly.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Perry
Oh my gosh.
Oh my gosh!
How had this become my life?
One minute, I was working my hardest to convince Daddy we didn’t need to go to Rawhide Ranch and find a little brother or sister. I mean, whoreallyneeds one anyway? They’d probably be noisy, smelly, and Daddy would make me share all my toys. Then I figured… why not. It could be fun.
And the next, we’re there, and Hope was sitting across the table from us looking all cute and princessy andreluctantand I was head over heels in love with her.
And then the next-next minute we’re in bed, she’s straddling my waist and making my happy place feel really, really happy while Daddy T—because I now hadtwoDaddies—was behind her making her happy place feel just as good.
I was going to expire. Justdiefrom all the happiness and goodness.
Either that or I would wake up tomorrow morning and realize it was all a dream and be so heartbroken that Daddy Twould never be able to put all the shattered pieces of my heart back together.
“Ow!” I cried out as Hope elbowed my waist, bringing my attention back to the table we’re sitting at.
It was after our super-duper unfair punishments, and after having crazy monkey sex with Hope for the first time, and after cuddles and kisses and so many check-ins.
Both our Daddies had finally kicked us out of the bed when our tummies were rumbling so loud we couldn’t even hold a conversation anymore. Getting dressed had been a fun experience because Hope and I kept getting distracted so Daddy Lee had to remind us—very sternly—that we’d just been punished so we didn’t want to get into any more trouble.
