Page 55 of Hunting Little Hope
Her eyes met mine properly... and then she pressed back. The movement was small, but it sent a jolt straight through me. The pacifier shifted as her lips curved around it, that tiny bow tilting with the motion.
Heat pooled in my belly at the hunger I saw mirrored in her eyes.
Was it really possible that she wanted me—wanted us—as much as we did her?
Either way, right that moment, at least she did.
And all I needed to take the next step was Daddy’s permission.
My attention moved to him, and he smiled encouragingly at me before leaning a hip on the too-small bed so he was sitting behind Master Lee. My breath left me in a slow exhale before I brought my focus back to the pretty girl in the bed in front of me.
“You sure, pretty girl?” I asked, my voice tentative. “I don’t want to push when you’re not quite ready yet.”
She gave the smallest nod, and then—almost shyly—rocked back into me again.
That was it. That was absolutely it for me. Desire ran through me, but it wasn’t frantic. With Hope slowly sucking on her binky and her fingers laced with mine, the two of us rocked against each other, pleasure building one slow torturous inch at a time.
Master Lee reached across and cupped one of Hope’s beautiful breasts as Daddy leaned in and nipped at Master Lee’s neck. The two of them, so strong and Dominant, lookedlike delicious temptation together, but at the moment, I had something even more decadent to focus on.
And focus on her I did.
Hope’s eyes fell shut as she rested her head against Master Lee’s big, strong chest, and her breath came in short, harsh pants past the silicone teat between her lips. This time her face was flushed with something other than embarrassment, and I felt an immense amount of pride thatIwas the one bringing that out in her.
With nothing other than dry humping our special girl, I was dangerously close to coming in my pants, and I couldn’t find it within myself to feel ashamed about it. She was doing that to me. She was undoing me.
And I was so there for it.
“Are you going to come for us, button?” Daddy asked, his voice low and husky in that way that always made my mouth water. “Are you going to rub yourself all over our naughty boy and make yourself feel good?”
I loved it when he pulled out the dirty talk, and, from the way Hope’s breath hitched and her hips stuttered, she liked it too. She liked it so much her hand clutched mine so hard it hurt before she let out a low moan.
Her body shuddered as she exhaled and I knew she’d given in to the pleasure, and before I could feel jealous about it, Master Lee leaned over our girl, andfinallyclaimed my lips in a kiss before ordering, “Come for me, naughty boy. Come for your Daddies.”
And holy cow... did I come for them.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hope
My heartbeat was still racing.
The pacifier slipped from my mouth slowly, the silicone teat dragging past my lips as my jaw went slack. It landed somewhere against Master Lee’s chest, forgotten.
For a long moment, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even think.
All I could feel was the aftermath humming through my limbs. The delicate ache between my thighs and the lingering pressure of Perry’s hard body against mine. My breath was still uneven, matching the unsteady rhythm of my heart.
And then reality began to settle.
Oh mygoodness.
What did this mean? What on earth had I just done?
The questions hit hard enough that my stomach dipped.
I’d spiraled all of last night and right into this morning. Completely unraveled. And then? Then I’d let them hold me, protect me, shelter me. I’d allowed Perry to grind against me until I came. Let Master Lee touch me while I hid behind a pink pacifier like that would make it seem less real somehow.
Heat rushed to my face. I suddenly felt very, very aware of my body. Of where I was lying. Of how vulnerable I’d been. My chest tightened.
