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“And… ” Beau adds, “We made a video of it.”

“Oh fuck,” I mutter. “Y’all are gonna kill me with kink, aren’t you?’

Blair nudges my ribs. “We can be vanilla with you.”

“Vanilla?” I scoff. “Hell no. I’m gonna banana-split your asses and give you both my thirty-one flavors with whipped cream on all tips.”

“Oh!” Blair sounds excited and intrigued. “Is food your fetish?”

“No,” I answer. “I got a fetish for latex and being tied down. But hell. We’ve been here how many days, and now I got a dildo kink, a Daddy kink, a foxtail kink, a watching kink, and?—”

“Fuck,” Beau growls. “Stop, man. You’re making me hard.”

“And I’m taking notes,” Blair blurts. “Latex and dildos and being tied down? I got you covered.”

I adjust myself; I prepare myself for what? I don’t know. It’s probably going to be everything between us and sign me up.

I’ve never felt this safe and free to be me. And yes, I’m now rhyming. So, it must be poetry and romance and all that shit I love.

Beau presses play on the remote. I learned long ago he wants control of the clicker. Usually, it’s to watch ESPN, but as we finish the movie, no one’s watching because it’s not long before Beau’s inching Blair’s dress up.

Tonight, she’s wearing a short white one with a cherry print on it. It’s a lethal dose of cute and sexy.

When Beau hikes it further, I glance down at Blair’s exposed lap and groan. Like from the tips of my toes to the tip of my hard dick because she’s wearing another naughty pair of panties. And these were made for us, for any fan of football.

“GO DEEP, DADDY,” they demand in hot pink ink on her white cotton thong.

It’s hot as hell, making Beau dive his hand under them. “Our. Dirty. Fucking. Girl,” he growls, taunting her while his hand slowly rustles under her panties, making Blair pant.

Her thighs fall open while her body drapes back on his. “Yes, I am,” she sighs. “I’m feeling so dirty for my daddies. Fuck me. Make me your dirty girl.”

Goddamn.

Grab a defibrillator.

My heart can’t take it while my cock rises to the occasion because Beau doubles down, demanding, “Colt, taste her flavors. Why don’t you see how fucking dirty she’ll be for us?”

Don’t ask me to eat pussy twice.

In a flash, I’m kneeling before Blair again. This time, I tug her naughty panties down, the eager rise of her hips to let me spurring me on.

I do it fast because I’m fucking starving.

I heard her moans and his grunts and their fucks this afternoon. It made me hard, happy, and hungry, and now I get to feast.

Spreading her thighs wide, I gaze at my glistening, pink meal. Blair’s huffing, her body open for me to take. The gleam in her eyes watching me is pure lust, and I want to hear her filthy mouth seduce me, too.

I demand, “Tell Daddy what you want me to do to your pretty pink pussy, Blair.”

She smirks, heavy with desire, dripping with no shame. “Lick my pussy, Colt. It’s not gonna lick itself.”

“You wish,” I mutter, smiling before I obey.

Spearing her entrance, I want a taste of her cream first, and she cries out. I fuck her hard with my tongue, rubbing my nose against her clit, taking in her smell and taste and everything about to be my woman, too.

“Oh god,” she writhes. “Oh my god, yes.”

I glance up, and Beau’s tugged her dress down. He’s twirling her nipples to hard pink peaks while I devote my ferocious mouth to her clit.

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