26. A Voyeur is Born

Entranced, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the raw emotion in her Daddies' faces. She held herself as still as she could and barely dared to breathe in case she took their attention away from each other.

Damn it, I was right.

She didn't think they'd been purposely neglecting each other though. They were just too focused on her to pay attention to their own needs.

Ugh. She hated the thought of being such a needy bitch. Was she really so hopeless?

Considering she used to live on takeout and didn't do laundry until she absolutely had to… Yeah, she was.

It wasn't just the sex though. She needed to cowboy up and start doing things for them. Somehow, she'd squeeze something kind for them into her schedule, although she had no idea what she'd do for the men who had everything, and enough extra to take care of her too.

Tania decided to think about it later.

Much later because every fantasy she'd ever had about Bastian and Desmond was coming true.

Bastian knelt between Desmond's splayed thighs and kissed a path up his chest. He buried his hand in Desmond's hair and kissed him hard as he fisted Desmond's thick cock in his free hand. Her mouth watered and she bit back a whimper of need when a pearly drop of pre-cum slid down Desmond's hard shaft.

No touchies. No touchies…

"Yessss." The cords in Desmond's neck stood out in sharp relief as he gripped Bastian's shoulder. "Fuck me, Bastian. I need you so goddamned bad."

"Gonna fuck you so hard…" Bastian hissed his pleasure as he lined himself up with Desmond's opening and slowly eased himself in.

Desmond's hips jerked up and he groaned, his eyes fixed on Bastian. "Fuck, yes."

Her fingers tightened on her thighs before she broke her promise to herself, but her pussy clenched, and moisture trickled down to make a damp spot on the sheets. Slowly, careful not to catch their attention, she slid her hand between her legs and choked on a cry as she rubbed her clit in time to Bastian's thrusts into Desmond's ass.

For a moment, she wondered if she should feel like she'd been excluded, but that wasn't the case at all. They knew she was there, and she felt blessed, and maybe a little humbled to be allowed to watch them love each other.

Sweat beaded on Bastian's forehead as he pinned Desmond to the bed, and the veins in his muscular arms popped as he drove himself into Desmond's channel. And the sounds…

God, she'd never stop loving their animalistic grunts and growls, so different than the soft crooning whispers they uttered when they made love to her, but no less enticing.

Tania wanted to kick herself for not using her words to explain what she wanted days ago, but at least she'd figured it out sooner rather than later.

"That's right, Des." Bastian grabbed Desmond's hands and slammed them to the bed over his head. "Squeeze that gorgeous ass around me, but don't you dare fucking come until I say so."

He lowered himself until his chest touched Desmond's, trapping Desmond's cock between their bodies, then kissed the sweet spot under his ear, making him gasp out a breathless curse.

"Goddamn, Bastian!" Desmond arched his back as Bastian pulled almost all the way out. "Fucking tease!"

"That just cost you, lover." Bastian's lips trailed over Desmond's jaw down to his collarbone. "Maybe I won't let you come at all."

Tania's thighs quivered as she took her fingers away from her clit and pushed them into her needy pussy, obeying Bastian's order. She couldn't…

No, she wouldn't come without her Daddy's permission. Despite her promise to herself to keep still, her hips rocked into the penetration. Thankfully, Bastian and Desmond were too focused on each other to notice.

Exactly like she wanted.

Maybe time was the gift they needed. Well, time and acceptance. Maybe they needed to hear that she was okay with them enjoying each other. It was something she'd happily give them every day just for a chance to watch them together, because holy fuck, they were hot.

She allowed herself a small smile. As much as she loved the idea of watching them every day, they liked fucking her too much—not that she was sorry about it.

"Damn, Des. Look at our babygirl," Bastian said, surprising her from her thoughts.

Her hand froze and she bit her lip, but Bastian didn't stop his inexorable thrusts into Desmond's back passage.

Desmond turned his head to look at her and smiled. "That's right, sweetheart. Play with that sweet pussy while your Daddies watch."

"No." Bastian chuckled, and gave Desmond an evil, but oh so sexy grin as he straightened. "I have a better idea."

"Um… Wait!" She tried to scramble from the bed, but Bastian caught her wrist before she could escape. "This was supposed to be your time with Daddy Desmond."

"Sweet babygirl," Desmond purred. "We love that you care so much about us being together, but you're part of us too."

"Yes, but no." She pulled helplessly against Bastian's hold on her wrist. "You're supposed to?—"

"Sit on Desmond's face, Tania," Bastian ordered. "You're going to let him eat your pussy while I fuck him, and if you're both very good, I'll let you play with his cock."

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