#I don't have a daddy kink but I think Luck would sound cute saying it

[ghouljams]

i....am....yearning for gaz and lucky.

The favorite children...

You wiggle a little in Gaz's lap feeling the shift of his cock, trying to find just the right spot for him. You feel him bump your sweet spot and your eyes roll, you push your hips a little more firmly into his lap and he lets out a breath. His hands grip your hips, slide up your sides and back down to hold you in place.

"Press down on me doll, lemme see you feel good," He tells you and you nod. You don't know what Gaz could be getting out of this until he fucks up into you. It's a shallow motion but it hits you just right, makes your eyes roll with a whine. He does it again and again, letting you fuck yourself into his lap as he holds you in just the right place.

It's just for you, just so you can feel him hitting your soft spot while he watches. Gaz's eyes shine watching you arch and grind into his lap. You lean forwards, settle your hands on his shoulder, and her grabs them. He holds your wrists tight and pins them by your sides.

"Hold onto your ankles," He commands and you obey, grabbing your legs to force your back straight, just on the wrong side of off balance. Gaz reaches to push your shoulders back, trails his hand down to stroke the soft skin on your stomach. He hums, pushes his feet against the bed and thrusts up into you. The only thing keeping you steady is his hand on you, pressing against your stomach to feel for himself.

"Kyle," You whine, when he does it again. He nearly bucks you off, and you moan when you're forced to settle back in his lap heavily, taking him to the base in one quick motion. His cock hits you deep, and you clench around him to try to keep him inside as you rock your hips.

His hand moves from your stomach to your throat, gripping you tight and pulling you down. You squeeze your ankles, your stomach flexing to keep from toppling on top of him. Gaz's hold tightens until you gasp, your hands flying to hold his wrist as he fucks up into your desperate cunt. You can feel your slick coating the coarse hair around his cock, coating your thighs as the wet noise of him fucking you fills the room.

"What do you need baby?" He coos, voice dripping with false sweetness. You know exactly how he wants you to ask, and the embarrassment of it makes heat prickle over your skin.

"Want you to fuck me Daddy," you mumble, rewarded immediately by the wicked grin that splits his face.

"Yeah?" He smiles, letting you nod, your chin bumping his hand as you do, "Lucky I'm feelin' generous." He pulls you down to kiss you, picking up the pace as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, swallowing down each gasp and moan he fucks out of you. He pulls away and shakes you by the neck, just once, just to watch your eyes go glassy, before he pulls out and smacks your thigh, his fingers grazing your ass. "On your back baby," He tells you, helping you clamor off, "wanna fuck you properly."