I have always been greedy.
Daddy Marcus says it is one of the things he loves most about me: how I never pretend to be satisfied with “enough” when I can have more. Tonight, that greed is about to be rewarded in the best possible way.
We have talked about this for months. Planned it. Negotiated every detail until the fantasy felt safe enough to become real. Daddy Marcus’s oldest friend, Daddy Elias, is coming over. One night. One perfect shared night. No jealousy, no expectations beyond pleasure and aftercare. Just me, in the center of both of them, exactly where I want to be.
I am kneeling on the plush rug in our bedroom when they walk in together. The sight steals my breath.
Daddy Marcus is tall, broad, dark-haired, with that calm authority that makes my knees weak. He is in black sl
