Buying Her Time (Price of Love #3) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Price of Love Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
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Her cheeks flame hot again and her pupils widen. She likes that and doesn’t want to admit it. And that’s exactly where I want her to be.

She gathers a mouthful of saliva and spits it into Dad’s palm. “I want you happy, both of you,” she says, wiping her lips against Dad’s bicep.

Dad shifts behind her, slipping his spit-dampened palm behind her and groaning. “Keep taking her hard,” he says. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Jealousy rears inside me, bitter and angry. “Shut the fuck up and let me do my job, Dad.”

We slide her to the edge of the bed, Dad still behind her.

“Fucking that pussy might be your job,” he says, as he fists his dick, “but fucking this tight little asshole is mine.”

Isabel lets out a groan that turns into a cry; it’s like pure pleasure and pure fear. And it gets me so fucking close to pumping my seed into her that I hate her for it. Or maybe I love her for it. Or both.

“It’s time to claim you, baby girl,” Dad says, adjusting himself behind her. “You feel that? You ready?”

“I….” she stutters. “I’m…”

Before she can answer, he’s pushing into her. She cries out with the shock of it, with the pain of it, but I’m inside her and I can feel every cell in her body saying yes.

“Oh fuck, wait…” she hisses. “That hurts.”

Dad’s eyes meet mine. “It won’t for much longer. Just relax. Your slick pussy is lubing things up just fine. I’ll go slow. You hear me? Relax.”

“Breathe,” I tell her.

“That’s right. He’s right. Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

Dad works his way into her, more spit, more of her own slick lube easing the way while I stay firmly lodged inside that honeycunt. I feel her body spreading, parting for us both. “Tell us how that feels.”

Her eyes roll back in her head. Her body starts to relax and open up. “It’s… oh god. I feel so full. I feel so…”

“You’ve got two cocks inside you now, baby. Father and son. Think about that. Fucking think about that.”

“Yes. I’m…”

Now it’s my turn to gather up a mouthful of saliva. I reach down, parting her lips, and spit on her clit and her pussy lips. With the back of one knuckle, I work that sensitive, swollen little nub. Dad starts working her ass in small, slow strokes, getting deeper, and I do the same with her pussy.

When we both plunge in at the same time, we both grunt in something halfway to pain. “Fucking tight.”

I pull out an inch, feeling my balls swell with need. “So tight.”

“You’re taking us so good, Baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good little girl for Papa.”

“So well,” I say through clenched teeth, fucking her harder and deeper and more. There’s no man on this fucking planet that could resist this pressure now. Her pussy is so snug, her walls are so fucking tight. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Sweet girl, you’re fucking amazing.”

“Goddamn.” Dad’s forearm pins her back, wedging her torso between us, as her hips bounce back and forth between our two cocks. Slapping skin, sucking holes, her innocent whimpers and sobs.

We’re so fucking tight inside her that I have to match his pace. There’s no room for us to fuck her in unison, so as he withdraws, I penetrate. He penetrates, I withdraw. Pounding her creamy body between us until all her flesh is slick and red.

“We love you, baby girl. You fucking know that, don’t you?”

Isabel’s eyes are nothing but white slits. “Yesssssssss,” she moans. “I love you, too. Both of you. So, so much.”

Fucking fuck. The white-hot churning in my balls is matched only by this fucking melting mushiness in my heart. All I want now is to make her happy. And to keep her safe. And to protect this love.

I double-down on her clit and watch a blush start creeping up her throat. “Come for us, sweet girl. Let us feel your power. Show these two dicks what you want.”

“I…” she stammers, her eyes flashing. “It’s too… I can’t…”

Dad grabs her throat hard again. “Shut the fuck up and do it, princess. Give us what we want or we’ll stop.”

A quick sheen of tears springs to her eyes and she lets out a sob. A messy, submissive, sexy sob. The icing on this cunty little cake. “Please, don’t, Papa. Please, please don’t stop.”

Dad’s eyes meet mine, knowing and sure. “So then do it, baby girl. Come for us. Right fucking now.”

Two more circles of her clit with my knuckle and I feel her pussy contracting hard. “Give it to her, Dad. Fuck her hard, right fucking now. All the way in that tight ass.”

“Oh my god,” she squeals. “Please, just…”

She screams out in pleasure-agony at the ceiling and her pussy pulls me deeper. Now’s she’s coming between us, a gorgeous pile of need and sweat and pretty blond hair. God, I fucking love the way she comes. When she’s halfway through it, Dad and I make eye contact. A thousand things unsaid. We are here and this is happening, and it is all that fucking matters now.


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