Claimed By her Daddies by Laylah Roberts

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“What are we doing for our date?” she asked Aric as he led her into his bedroom. “Are we having it in here?”

“Yep.”

She put her hands on her hips, giving him a sassy look. “You know sex isn’t considered a date, right?”

He put a hand on his chest, giving her an offended look. “I do believe I was just insulted.”

The look she gave him told him she wasn’t buying it.

Aric grinned. “All right, you got me. This isn’t exactly a standard sort of date. But then, I am not a standard sort of man.”

“I guess that’s true.” She gave him an admiring look that had him puffing up like a rooster.

He drew the blanket off the bed and set it on the floor, along with some pillows.

“Sit,” he told her, moving to the closet.

“If this date involves a butt plug, I’m going to be really annoyed.”

He laughed. He knew she secretly loved when he plugged her. He grabbed the champagne chilling in an ice bucket that he’d stuck in there, along with two glasses and a packet of cards. Sitting, he set everything down.

“What are the cards for?” she asked

“How do you feel about a game of strip poker?”

* * *

Well.This wasn’t the way he’d thought his night would go. He stared down at himself. His near-naked self.

“How did this happen?”

Pippa suddenly burst into snickers. She laughed so hard, she slid onto her back, holding her stomach.

He gave her a mock-glare. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a card shark?”

Sitting up, she wiped her eyes. “Why would I tell you? It was obvious you thought you were going to win and that I would be the one sitting here naked while you got to perv at me. This will teach you to never underestimate me.”

Well. He couldn’t argue with that.

“How did you learn to play poker?”

“My dad taught me. Every Saturday night, he’d meet up with his friends at one of their houses and they would play. Now, come on. Off they come.” She gestured at his boxers. With a sigh, he stood and slid them down. He wasn’t really that disappointed by his plans being ruined. Especially not when she stared at him like she was starving and he was an all-you-can-eat dessert bar.

Instead of sitting again, he grabbed his dick, running his hand up and down the shaft.

“Have you ever, um . . .” she trailed off, going red.

“Have I ever what?”

“Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?”

This was a day for surprises.

“No, I haven’t. Do you want to see me masturbate, Poppet?”

She licked her lips. “Maybe.”

Oh, he’d say definitely.

“Will you return the favor?” he asked.

She went bright red. “I don’t . . . I don’t think I could.”

His shy baby. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling and she took the second glass of champagne that he’d poured her and gulped it down.

Hmm. He was glad she didn’t know how much that particular vintage cost.

“But I could try.”

Smiling, he sat with his back against the bed. Then he spread his legs and took his cock in hand again. “Why don’t you strip for me?”

Standing, she wobbled slightly and he worried she might have drunk too much. Then again, even when she was sober she wasn’t exactly steady on her feet. But she didn’t fall over. She stripped off her top and bra, revealing her breasts.

Fuck. He squeezed the base of his dick. He didn’t want to come too quickly.

She pulled off her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Good girl.”

She rolled her eyes. Sassy brat.

“Come here,” he said huskily.

She stepped over to where he sat.

“Down here.”

Pippa slid onto her knees. Well, more like crashed onto them. Ouch. That must have hurt.

“Cup your breasts, offer me your nipples.”

Her breathing quickened and she held up her breasts. Leaning forward, he suckled on one nipple then the other.

“Beautiful,” he murmured to her. “Now, why don’t you sit back there and watch. Make sure you keep your legs spread though.”

Even though she’d been the one to suggest this, he was going to take control.

She moved back a couple of feet, her gaze riveted on where he was tugging at his dick. Hm, who knew this would be such a turn-on? But there was something about her watching him that was pushing his own arousal higher.

Pippa parted her legs, bending the knees slightly to give him an excellent view of her pussy.

Hell. Yes.

“I’m not going to last long,” he warned her. “Why don’t you play with your nipples for me? Show me what you like.”

Biting her lip, she moved her fingers to her nipples. Her movements were slow and hesitant for a start but as he groaned in pleasure, she moved her fingers faster with more confidence.

“Go get the lube for me, Poppet. Top drawer of the bathroom cabinet.”

Standing, she nearly tripped over her own feet in her haste to go grab it for him. When she returned, she handed it to him and then returned to her position, watching as he squirted some onto his hand. He grabbed hold of his cock again, moving his hand up and down it harder, faster.

Her gaze was riveted on his dick and that damn thing rose like a champion, preening under her gaze.

“Touch your clit for me, Poppet. I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

She reached down with one finger and flicked at her clit. Oh hell. Yes. That was all it took.

“I’m going to come.” He groaned as he came over his hand. His movements slowed and his breathing eased.

“That was so hot,” she told him, her eyes riveted on his dick

He grinned at her then he noticed her finger had stilled. “Keep going. Show me how you make yourself come. Actually, lie back and spread those legs. I have an idea.”

Jumping up, he moved into the bathroom and quickly washed his hands before searching through his cabinet. Yep, he had all sorts of sexy toys in here that she didn’t know about.

Selecting one in the size he wanted, he carried the dildo into the room. She was lying on her back on the blanket. Her eyes widened as she saw what he carried.

After coating the dildo in lube, he knelt next to her. “Keep touching your clit, Poppet. I’m going to help you come.”

“I might get the blanket dirty,” she said.

“That’s why washing machines were invented.”

She worried at her lower lip and he knew she needed him to take control. There was desire in her face, but she couldn’t get over the voice telling her that this wasn’t something she should do.

“Spread your legs. Now.”

Seemed those words were what she needed to get over her trepidation as she reached down to flick at her clit.

Damn. That was so hot.

Bending, he sucked on of her pert nipples into his mouth.

Fuck. Him. Delicious.

He moved to the other nipple, suckling on it as she moaned. Then he pressed the dildo to the entrance of her pussy. She slid her finger away from her clit.

Nope. That wouldn’t do.

“Uh-uh, keeping moving your finger,” he scolded. “You’re going to make yourself come.”

He pressed the dildo slowly inside her. Fuck. That was so hot to watch her taking it. She groaned and moved her other hand to her breast, playing with her nipple.

“That’s it, Poppet. You look so damn beautiful. I want you to come for me. Play with that little clit. Make yourself come.”

He drew the dildo in and out of her pussy, making her cry out. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing growing quicker.

Then she moaned as she came and he dropped his mouth to her pussy, sucking on her clit, making her scream again.

As she lay on the floor in a daze, he drew the dildo out of her pussy then pulled her close.

“My beautiful girl. That was amazing. Thank you.”

She huffed out a breath. “I think that I should be thanking you.”

Nope. Definitely not. She was a miracle. And he’d be forever thankful that she had come into their lives.