Free Touch of Trouble (Touch Series) by Cara Dee

too."
    Oh. Right. Boys can also get wet, sorta. "Daddy?" I leave his lap, only to stand up in my seat and lift my dress. "Why does my kitty get wet sometimes? Is it the same for boys—because they want something?"
    He coughs and c lears his throat—unprepared for that, I think—and Cade mutters a bad word while Dylan just moans.
    "That’s right, little one." Daddy has recovered; now he positions me with my feet on each side of him, my kitty basically in his face. " It wants something inside." Leaning forward, he keeps our gaze locked as he drops a soft kiss to my clit. That one touch awakens every fiber of my being. "You know how wet you get when Daddy puts his cock inside you, yes?" I have to force air to leave my lungs, and I nod jerkily. "It's the same thing with Dylan. His cock leaks because he wants his Daddy to touch it and use it." One long digit slides down from my clit to my entrance. "Perhaps Dylan wants a soft, wet pussy to sink his cock into." Daddy fingers me slowly, all while placing sensual kisses around my clit. My knees nearly buckle. "Or maybe he wants his Daddy to fuck him." And with that, he glides his finger from my pussy back to my butt. "Right here." He circles the hole, spreading the juices from my pussy.
    "In his bottom?" I get all breathy and needy and achy. " Can you put your cock in my bottom, too?"
    He swallows and rests his forehead at the soft spot next to my hip, his breath hot and labored over my mound. "Of course, sweetheart. Is that what you want?"
    "Yes, please." Excited, I jump down from the seats and wriggle in between Daddy's legs. "First, I wanna see if your cock is wet, too." I swiftly unbuckle his leather belt before unzipping his pants. I don’t like the pain that belt can cause to my bottom, so maybe I scowl at it internally. In one fluid motion, I drop to my knees, and Daddy lifts his hips so I can pull down his pants and boxer briefs. My grin is triumphant. "I think you want something, Daddy."
    I grasp his smooth, hard, and heavy cock; there's a small bead of arousal at the tip, and I lean over to lick that right up. Mmm . I love tasting Daddy, both hard and soft. Okay, hard is the best, but sometimes, before I go to bed at night, he lets me replace my thumb with his cock.
    " Fuck , Kayla."
    I giggle around his cock , 'cause Daddy can be so funny—cussing when he's taken off guard.
    Humming and soaking him with my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat and remind myself that this is about Daddy getting off. Fast. Like a contest, and I like contests sometimes. They can be super fun. 
    Behind me, I feel Dylan settling on his knees, too.
    Cade lets out a gritty moan. "You're not supposed to be this good, baby—oh, Jesus fucking Christ , Dylan."
    As Daddy gets more and more into it, his breathing uneven and shallow, I release his cock with a pop and crawl up to his lap and kiss him all over. "May I have your cock in my bottom now?" I flutter my lashes—once, twice—and give him my sweetest smile. The one that melts him. "Pretty please?"
    It works like a charm , and he tells me to get a condom and a packet of lube from the small compartment attached to the side of the booth. It's very convenient for the few people allowed to use our private space. What's not convenient is that we have to use condoms, because we don’t do that elsewhere. But…safety and hygiene measures at the club and all… So, with the condom and lubrication in hand, I give it to Daddy, and he silently twirls a finger. Turn around, baby girl , that means.
    I comply and settle on his thighs so I face Cade.
    My butt clenches in anticipation ; it's been weeks since Daddy took me anally, and it's been days since he used my favorite plug on me.
    It's light yellow with white polka dots. Daddy had it specially ordered for me because he knows yellow is my most favorite color in the whole world.
    Only Daddy's cock beats that pretty plug .
    "Are you being a baby slut again?" His voice is soft, almost a taunting