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Yes Daddies

"Fuck, I am going to cum inside your tight pussy, Daisy" "I am close too. Want me to cum on your pretty face?" "Yes. Yes, daddies." * The Drakton brothers have never agreed on anything in years. Two rivals, deep hatred. They are hellbent on never agreeing on anything and sharing a woman? It was the last thing any of the brothers would have ever imagined. The last thing until I came through. I wanted them both. They both wanted me. None wanted to give me up and I didn't want to give any up. And for the first time since I knew my father's two friends, they both agreed on one thing. To fuck me. To share me. And I wanted it more than anything. It was wrong. Desiring, wanting or lusting after one of them was wrong but wanting both? Nothing could be more wrong, more forbidden and yet nothing could feel more right and hotter.
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Chapter 5

DAISY

A hand clasped to my mouth, a hand furiously rubbing my clit.

That was me for the night. When I woke up this morning, I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams that this was how I would be going to sleep tonight but I couldn't sleep. I would not be able to sleep until I came at least once to ease this tension off me.

Luxuria, Grayson. Both of them had me doing this, it was their faults but it would be fine. I would be fine.

"Aahh" I moaned softly, the hand clasped around my mouth moving to my tits. Touching my tits, I rolled my thumb on my nipple and trembled at the thought of Luxuria doing this to me.

And my pussy, what if it was Grayson rubbing my pussy instead?

"Ah!" My body trembled even more. Luxuria and Grayson, both Draxton brothers on my body, sharing and enjoying my body.

Oh fuck! Only a damn horny mind could think about that but that was exactly the state of my mind presently.

I tugged on my nipple, my moans now getting louder. I tried holding back my moans, knowing fully well that we didn't have a sound proof system installed but I just couldn't hold back.

I bit down on my lower lip but that only lasted a second before my moans penetrated the air again.

I was close already so quickly and I felt so fucking dirty, so dirty and yet so turned on that I was rubbing my pussy and twisting my nipples to the thoughts of my father's friends.

I was on the edge already, my eyes were rolling into the back of my head and I was just going to cum when the door of my room suddenly opened and my hazy sight caught the image of Luxuria stepping into the room.

"Need some help there, Princess?" Deep, calm and hornily restrained voice came.

I tried to quickly grab the sheets to throw over my body but at the thought of being so exposed in front of him, my own body took control and I felt my orgasm ripping through me right in front of Luxuria.

I was coming in front of my father's friend and I could not stop myself. My back arched with pleasure, my thighs jamming to a closure as the pleasure made my body twitch.

"Ah! Ahhh!" I moaned loudly, losing all proprieties and decency.

My legs shook and my head felt lighter. An orgasm this good. I wasn't sure I have ever had it before. I was having my best orgasm in front of Luxuria.

As soon as I could get a grip over myself, my hands which had been gripping the sheets tightly from the wrecking pleasure, hastily made an attempt to cover my body up but it was too late.

Luxuria had reached me already and his hand grabbed the sheets out of mine and flung it beside me.

"Don't cover up" His voice was hot and made me shiver in front of him.

"I... I... I am sorry" I mumbled without even thinking. What was I sorry for? For touching myself? I wasn't some teenager, I was an adult and I could touch myself, surely. Sorry for not locking the door? Maybe.

But it seemed like sorry was the least of my concerns for now.

"Oh yes, you have to be sorry. Touching yourself, moaning and driving me fucking crazy when you know I am staying in the room right next to fucking yours" Luxuria gripped my thighs which I still had jammed right together.

"I... Maybe you should... Maybe you should lea..." The words were cut off my a gasp as he pulled my legs apart, opening me up to him.

"Lu..." I tried to shut my legs again but his grip was hard and firm, keeping my legs apart.

"Let me see your sweet, coming pussy, will you, princess? Let me see the dripping pussy you were rubbing that you made me so... So fucking hard." His eyes and voice urged me and I pressed my ass into the bed the more, feeling another wave of horniness hitting me. How could I still be horny after coming just now?? Oh dear!

"I... Just... Just seeing, right?" I couldn't believe I was really saying this. I shouldn't even be considering this but fuck... It's just him seeing my pussy, right? Not like he would touch my pussy, eat it out of fuck the hell out of it with that cock that I could already tell was fucking huge from it pressing up against me.

Luxuria leaned in suddenly, taking my lips in his and kissing me. And me? I kissed him back. Oh dear! What the hell am I doing? I told Grayson off earlier. I should be telling Luxuria off too but in this state, how could I... How could I manage to tell him off?

The kiss was hungry, filled with lust, desire, want and bodies bucking. Mine raising to meet his and his pressing down to meet mine.

He had a hand on my waist and he easily pulled my pussy to grind over his clothed cock. He was much bigger than I was, much stronger and the way he was holding me so effortlessly just seemed to show off how easily this man could flip me over while fucking me...

"Ohhh" I moaned into the kiss at the thoughts of that.

Luxuria broke the short kiss, licking the side of my lips while I breathed heavily.

"Just seeing." He affirmed and with our lustful eyes locked, I nodded.

His gaze left mine almost immediately as he spread my legs even more, moved down my body and got in between my legs.

I could feel my pussy throbbing and dripping, and my hard nipples aching just as much as my heart was pounding. Luxuria's face was currently in between my legs.

This man, whom had been in the fantasies of a lot of girls who had met with him had his face in between my legs and his gaze on my pussy.

"You have a pretty pussy. You are so fucking beautiful, all of you." It was more of a restrained groan, like he was trying so hard to hold himself back from just burying his face in my pussy.

And... And I didn't think I would protest if he did that, in fact, I think... I think I might pull his face deeper into my pussy if he did so.

Oh no! I need to be saved from these naughty thoughts! I have to be saved...

"I..." My face flushed a bright red, with no clue of how to respond to that compliment.

"Your pussy is throbbing, Princess. I want to see the insides, how about I spread it and see how wet you are on the inside?" His gaze moved from my pussy to my eyes and I tried to look away shyly.

"Keep your eyes on me" His clear voice turned domineering and I felt my pussy drip a bit more as I hastily kept my eyes on him.

"Now, back to my question..." His fingers trailed my thighs. "Can I spread your wet pussy and see just how wet the pussy that made me hard is?"

"Ahhh..." I moaned, just from the words. Talking about my pussy so blatantly with so much need in his voice while staring into my eyes was driving me insane.

"I... I don't know, Luxuria. This... This should not be happening..." My hips were moving on their own will, doing a small, slow whine as the urge to be touched started to overwhelm me.

"I am just looking, Princess." He whispered, his hand still caressing my thigh, but now gripping tightly every now and then.

"A-ah... Just a little touching" I agreed, even though I knew I wanted more than just a little touching.

His hand touched my pussy almost immediately, spreading my pussy lips.

"You must have been so horny, your pussy is so wet" And with those words, it hit me all over again. This was my father's friend and a man I had never thought would mention the word 'pussy' to me, let alone talking about mine.

It made me quiver with twisted pleasure.

"I... I was a little... A little bit horny..." Was all I could managed to say before my body jerked, feeling a finger move across my pussy lips, almost in a teasing manner. And then, it happened again and again until it was starting to seem like a slow rubbing.

"I... Luxur..."

"It's just a little touching as you wanted, princess..." Even his deep voice was teasing and then his fingers moved to my clit.

My hips bucked at the electric feeling that ran all through my body at that feel.

"Oh fuck... Ah..."

He moved his fingers on my clit, clearly rubbing me. This wasn't just a little touching but I couldn't stop him. I could not even stop myself from wanting more of this.

I was on the edge again. I was going to come fucking twice in a row. He suddenly gave up the pretense, rubbing me hard and fast, just like I wanted, just like I knew was going to get me coming all over my hands now.

I couldn't keep eye contact, my eyes rolled back, my back arching from pleasure.

"Ah... Ah! Lu... Luxuria. I... I am..."

"Close?" His hand suddenly stilled on my clit and my gaze darted to him in between my legs.

I slowly nodded, almost not being able to hold eye contact.

"My princess wants to come from me rubbing her clit?" There was a sudden spank on my clit and I gasped loudly, my eyes widening as the pain ran through me and then I sank back into the bed, eyes rolling back as the pain, somehow turned into pleasure.

"You want to come, ugh?" His thumb teased my clit and by now I was badly aching to come.

"Hmm!" I nodded repeatedly, need written all over me. I didn't just want to come. I needed to come.

"Then you should have kept your eyes on me until I give you the permission to look away. Now, you  are going to have to beg me for your orgasm." His thumb teased me, still.

"Fuck! Please! Please!"

"My princess has no clue how to beg yet." He moved his face to my thigh and licked on my skin, sucking into his mouth and then nibbling on the skin gently.

"T-tell me! How... How do I beg? Please, Lux..."

"Exactly that. We'll change that first. You can't call me Luxuria when I am about to make you come on my face like a good girl, like my good girl."

"Hmmm" It was a pur from me. Something about being called a good girl satisfied me madly but I still needed that orgasm. My mind flashed back to Grayson asking me to call him daddy, could Luxuria want the same thing? Oh fuck!

Merely thinking about it had me whining more with need. 

"Please, daddy! Please let your good girl come on your face!" I begged, hands digging into his hair and I saw something snap in those grey eyes of his. Without a second of hesitation, Luxuria's face was buried in my pussy with a single order that my entire quivering self appreciated.

"Come."

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