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“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I asked sternly. When we planned this night for her, I thought being demanding with her would be hard for me. But the fucking words were slipping past my lips with every breath I took without thinking about it. I was in the moment and needed to be her daddy in every fucking sense of the word.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good fucking girl,” I growled, tipping her head up as I leaned in closer. My mouth hovered over hers.

I was hurting for a fucking taste of her lips.

My dick throbbed with the most exquisite pain.

These masks were foreplay in their own right.

I had my own kinks and had never been one to stop myself from trying out new things. I’d always loved being in charge of a woman’s pleasure, but Roise was different. She brought all sorts of shit out of each one of us.

There was an overriding need to protect her as well.

To spoil and cherish her, all while making her bend in bed, pushing her to the limits and seeing how dirty she would be willing to get for her daddies. Shit, the possibilities felt endless, and it was overwhelming in the most beautiful of ways. We wanted a forever with her. This wasn’t a fleeting moment. We wanted a lifetime. The future felt brighter than ever when I thought about her by our side.

My dick strained against the light slacks I’d stupidly put on. I sat back and watched her eyes roam up and down my body. I could see her trying to figure out who was who. The three of us were of similar height, but Mal was a big motherfucker. I’d laughed when I saw the fucking bunny mask Jett had ordered for him. But as I glanced over her shoulder to see one of my bestie friends wearing it, I had to admit it worked. The asshole was big enough to make a fucking rabbit mask almost intimidating.

Jett and I were of similar in builds, and I knew she was trying to figure it out. It was why we were all wearing skintight black long-sleeved shirts and matching black slacks. The moment his shirt came off, Jett’s tattoos would instantly give him away.

My attention moved back to the woman who belonged to us.

I cupped her face and dragged a finger down her red-stained bottom lip. I felt a bead of moisture slip out of my dick. The mask I had on meant I couldn’t kiss her, but fuck, my hands were most definitely going to get their fill as I watched her.

“Look at you,” I drawled slowly, lowering the tone of my voice. “Kneeling so fucking nicely for your daddy.” She shuddered. Her gaze was hazy with lust. I heard Jett and Mal drag their own chairs behind her, but I didn’t bother to look in their direction. “You wet for us, princess?” I asked and grinned behind the mask as her skin turned to gooseflesh.

Rosie nodded, but before I could demand her words, her big brown eyes met mine head-on. “Yes, Daddy.” Another droplet of precum wet the front of my fucking boxer briefs, and I was done for.

My hand dropped from her face, and I leaned back for a beat. Her pretty brows bunched together. She didn’t like my not touching her. I reached in front of me and stroked my dick through my slacks. Her eyes dropped to my dick, and that pretty mouth of hers formed an O. My toes curled in my shoes.

I wanted that perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock yesterday. My hands worked on undoing my belt, and her eyes widened.

“What, princess?” I asked with a lilt to my voice. “You thought you could come here wearing that sweet little outfit, make us hard, and leave us like this?”

“No.” She swallowed. “I want to—" Her hand touched mine, and I froze. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was suggesting what I thought she was, was she?

“What do you want?” I growled.

“Can I?” She looked down, and her hand skated up to my belt. I nodded. There was no way I would say no to her. She undid my belt, carefully unzipped me, and when she reached in, I hissed at the feeling of her soft skin brushing against my bare cock.

My dick sprung forward, and she licked her lips. With wide eyes and a careful, barely-there touch, her fingers skimmed my dick. I knew I wasn’t an average-sized guy. My cock was long with a good amount of girth, but it was my thick mushroom head that she was going to have trouble fitting into her mouth.

“Open that pretty mouth, Rosie,” I instructed. My hand ran through her short curls, and I tugged on them. “Wider,” I gruffed like a fucking dick, but when I looked down her body, I didn’t miss the way her sweet little nipples strained against the almost sheer material of the lingerie she still had on.

“You guys seeing this?” I asked, but I didn’t look away from her. “Look at our girl opening her pretty mouth, all ready to take my dick.”

“Fuck,” Mal muttered, but I couldn’t be bothered to look in his direction. Not when she licked her lips, leaving her pout all glossy.

“You going to give your daddies a good show, princess?” I asked, and when she nodded, I knew she could feel the tug of her hair being pulled. “You like us telling you what to do, don’t you?”

“I love it.”

“Good.” Because we love you, too. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. We would be telling her exactly how we felt after this whole little masked time was over and done with. “Lick the tip. You see that bead of cum? That’s all your fault. I need you to clean it up.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.

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