'Fuck, Em. I wish you had told me,' Drake sighed on the other side of the line.

It was early morning and the sun was just touching the horizon when Emma took the call from her friend on the balcony. She didn't want to wake Mal after the long night they had.

Emma was wearing only an oversized t-shirt as she leaned on the railing, looking at the serene tableau in front of her. Last night felt different, they fucked as hard and as wild as ever but she still had the impression of making love. After her pussy was dripping with his cum, Mal tucked her to his side and they had talked about everything.

She told him how important this opportunity was for her and he told her how important she was to him. She laughed, but he assured her he was serious. Mal told her how he'd follow her to the ends of the earth so Paris was nothing in comparison. He also said that he'll start looking for a place to buy for them there.

'But what will you do? Your life is here,' she had reminded him, one of her hands tracing patterns over his abdomen.

He had squeezed her and kissed the top of her head.

'You're my life now,' he said.

You're my life. The words made her heart beat faster and her blood run a degree hotter in her veins. Those were the most beautiful words she'd ever heard anyone say.

Afterward, it seemed settled. She was only left with letting her friends know and that's why she was talking to Drake now.

'Sorry,' Emma murmured and glanced at where, from the neighboring house, a man was stepping on the balcony.

The man was shirtless and covered in tattoos as he waved at her. Emma smiled and tried not to notice he wore only a pair of boxers.

'And you stayed at the house and found yourself a man too, huh?' Drake laughed in her ear, making her giggle.

'Yeah,' she said dreamily, remembering Mal's rough hands and tender mouth on her.

She felt herself getting hot just from the memory.

'Tell me about him?' Drake prompted. 'Isn't he too old for you?'

Emma laughed. 'Nope. He's perfect,' she said just as a pair of strong hands enveloped her from behind, trapping her to the wooden railing.

He was all height and muscle and strength and she melted immediately. Mal buried his face in her neck, inhaling deep. She shivered so hard, she thought she might drop the phone. When one of his hands sneaked to her front, lifting the hem of her shirt and exposing her pussy to his greedy fingers, she sighed loudly.

'Em?' Drake said from the other line, reminding her that she was still on the phone.

She swallowed thickly and tried to clear her thoughts enough to say just a moment before muting her microphone. Emma moaned wholeheartedly when Mal sank a finger in her pussy, drawing the moisture over her clit and going back and forth.

'Is this pussy wet for your friend, the neighbor or for Daddy?' he asked gruffly in her neck, making her shiver again.

She gasped when she remembered that there was someone on the balcony next to theirs. Her head turned to him and saw the guy turned to them, one hand rubbing over his dick. Her eyes were glued to the movement just as her hips were buckling on Mal's hand.

'You, Daddy.'

'Good girl, baby. Daddy got himself a good girl, didn't he?'

Two fingers were now torturing her while he rubbed his naked cock between her ass cheeks.

'He wants to touch what's mine, baby,' Mal said between kisses. 'He wants to feel how wet you are, how tight you would feel on his dick, how good you'd taste on his tongue.'

Emma whimpered and she knew that Mal was right, she could read it in the stranger's face.

'But since Daddy doesn't share, you want to put on a show for him?' He turned her to face him, his hard cock bobbing between them.

She searched his gaze and she felt herself grow sleeker. Fuck. He wanted to claim her. Right then and there. He wanted everyone to hear Emma call Daddy's name and know he was the one who owned her.

It was so primal, so fucking hot that she could barely stand up. She nodded and Mal smiled.

In one move, her t-shirt was thrown away and she was left standing naked with the ocean behind her, her aroused Daddy in front of her and a horny neighbor watching them.

Mal kissed her lips and lifted the muted phone to her ear.

'Don't forget to catch up with your friend, baby. Daddy has work to do.'

He said that and dropped to his knees, lifted one thigh over his shoulder and latched on her aching pussy. She cried out and her eyes fell on the primal movement from her neighbor's house. His dick was out, his hand was moving fast and hard over it, the rest of his body leaning towards them. He wanted to have a better view.

Emma looked from the man to Mal and she moaned. The way he ate her was just divine. He was not afraid of mussing his stubble with her juices or to plunge his tongue into her trembling pussy. He was a master at feasting on her.

'Emma?' she heard Drake yell from her phone.

Lifting it to her ear, she unmuted herself and mumbled an apology. It was hard to concentrate on words when two men were so focused on her. She pinched her nipple and felt Mal give her clit just the right attention with his tongue.

She undulated under his touch, putting on a show for the stranger that kept saying Holy fuck and fucked his hand harder. Emma blushed and thought how much she loved Mal for it, for giving her this new and safe opportunity to feel so so good.

'You're gonna tell me about him, or do I need to call an investigator?' Drake asked, unimpressed with her breathy apologies.

'Um...' she tried to find the words as Mal's tongue was licking and tormenting her senses. 'He is...so, so, so good.'

Emma bit down on her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Sweat started breaking on her despite the ocean breeze. She felt overstimulated, overcome with the aching need to climax. Mal secured her ass in his hands and prompted her to move her hips, to fuck his face as he ate her.

Her toes curled and her eyes moved to the neighbor. The man was practically leaning outside his balcony, one hand pumping faster and faster. Even though he was not very close, Emma could see his dick was not even close to Mal's size. She felt a delicious thrill to know that no one would fill her up so perfectly as Daddy. She fisted her free hand in his salt and pepper hair, wishing to make him understand how much she loved him.

Mal opened his eyes, black and hungry and lifted one hand to cup her breast as he sucked hard on her clit.

'Oh, fuck,' she whimpered, feeling herself dip into a climax.

'You okay?' Drake's voice cut through the fog. 'You're out of breath. Are you running?'

'Yes, yes, yes, yes...fuck, I'm running, I'm running!' she squealed and rocked herself into her orgasm.

Drake said something she didn't hear over the rush of blood to her ears. Mal raised to his full, impressive length, hand already pumping the heavy cock between them. She turned without him having to say, already bending down and spreading her legs. She held on the railing as he started pushing inch by delicious inch inside her pussy.

'EMMA! Do I need to come rescue you?' Drake yelled from the phone.

'No! no, no, I'm fine...I'm so, so, so good, Drake. You have no idea,' she said, trying to steady her breath.

But it was a hard thing to achieve when the neighbor was coming on his tattooed chest while watching Mal fuck her slow and deep. It was harder still not to call for Daddy when her body felt so deliciously full. The neighbor didn't stop his viewing even after he groaned so fucking loud the nearest seagulls flew away.

Emma couldn't concentrate on the scene in front of her and even though having her friend so close at hearing her being claimed, she wanted to enjoy the moment with Mal.

'Gotta go,' she said and fumbled with the red button to close the call.

'Liked that, baby?' Mal whispered into her ear, pulling her head to see the neighbor still rubbing himself. 'Like making men go crazy with need to see you, taste you, fuck you so deep and so good?'

'Daddy,' she moaned, delirious.

'Baby girl,' the neighbor called louder, making her look in his direction. 'I want to lick your pussy while your man fucks you hard.'

Mal slowed then pulled out of her, making her mewl in disappointment.

Heartbeat roaring in her ears, Emma left herself guided to where Mal was maneuvering a chair. She noticed that he was bringing it closer to where the neighbor's house and theirs briefly met. He sat down facing the neighbor, thighs spread like a king, his cock hard and glistening with her arousal as she straddled him.

Before sinking into his thick length, Emma looked at the man groaning close by.

'But I'm filled with Daddy's cum,' she said oh-so sweetly as she impaled herself on Mal.

Mal's hand landed hard on her ass and she groaned. It was an obvious gesture of ownership and she loved it.

Emma started riding him, hands balanced on his wide shoulders, her breasts worshiped by his mouth.

'I'll drink your Daddy's cum too, baby girl, if it means I get a lick of your sweet cunt,' the man said, louder this time.

Emma giggled, but it drowned in the long moan that followed. Mal opened her ass cheeks and angled her so that the neighbor saw his cum dripping every time she lifted. She felt no shame in it; in fact it was a sort of power she never experienced before. Mal owned her just as much as she owned him.

'No sharing?' the neighbor asked over Mal and Emma's loud moans.

She was moving fast and hard, chasing that sweet, sweet release.

'Not her,' Mal said, securing himself to the hilt. 'Never her.'

His cock jerked inside Emma's pulsing pussy and she came just from that. She was complete, sated, happy, cherished and worshiped. She forgot all about the neighbor as she cried out for Daddy and rubbed the rest of her orgasm while he held her tight.