Page 45 of Hat Trick Daddies

“Good,” I reply, glancing toward the clock. Brooks will be here soon, and I feel a flicker of guilt. “It’s busy, but I’m keeping up.”

We chat for a few minutes, his voice calming me like it always does. He talks about his garden and a new recipe he’s trying, and I smile, grateful for the normalcy of the conversation.

“I’ll come by in a couple of days,” I promise him.

“Looking forward to it,” he says warmly. “Love you, Ally.”

“Love you too, Dad.” I hang up, feeling relieved. He sounds good, happy even, and that eases some of the guilt I’ve been carrying around.

I think about using him as my alibi earlier today when I was talking to Nick. Who am I becoming? I feel like I skipped my wild teenager phase and now I’m indulging in it as an adult, complete with fibbing about my whereabouts and using my dad as my excuse.

I return to my dinner, twirling a forkful of stir-fry and taking a bite. The mix of fresh vegetables and tangy sauce is comforting, but my mind starts to wander after the bite.

I glance at Poppy, who’s lounging on the floor near the table, her gray fur catching the soft glow of the kitchen lights. “You know, Pops,” I say between bites, “Dad and Mom had the kind of love that people write books about. I want that someday. I really do.”

Poppy chirps in response, her tail flicking lazily.

I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “I just hope I’m not screwing everything up by…well, by doing what I’m doing.”

The sound of the doorbell cuts through my thoughts, and I jump slightly, my heart racing. Brooks.

I walk to the door, my stomach flipping with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I open it, and there he is, tall, rugged, and every bit as magnetic as I remember.

“Hey, I–”

Before I can finish my sentence, Brooks steps inside, his hands on my waist as he pulls me into a kiss.

His lips are warm and insistent, and I barely manage to swing the door shut behind us as we stumble slightly, pressed together.

His jacket brushes against my arms and his hands slide up my back. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I lose myself in the way he kisses me, intense, consuming, like he can’t get enough.

I let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to catch my breath. “I was going to say I made dinner…”

“Later,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, before leaning in again. “I want to eat you first.”

“What?” I ask, but no sooner do the words leave my mouth, he’s lifting me in the air, setting me down on the couch, and working my pants off.

I don’t know how he does that so fast, whether it’s just experience, or I’m just in shock, but it feels like suddenly I’m naked with no recollection of how it happened.

Then I feel it—Brooks’ tongue against my clit, flicking it gently, sending rebounding waves of pleasure coursing through me with each stroke of his body. I feel his tongue replaced by his finger, shaking and sliding across my pussy, and I whimper and moan, feeling myself shudder and squeeze at his touch.

Brooks makes me feel things I’ve never been able to achieve on my own. He plays my body like an instrument and he’s already a master.

“Please,” I beg. “I want to suck your cock. Please.”

“Oh, do you now?” Brooks chuckles, and pulls his pants down, his big dick flopping straight out at me.

I smile at him, looking up as I take it into my hand, opening my mouth to swallow him for a few passes. I feel his hand gather my hair, holding it up in a high ponytail as I bob back and forth on him, gagging slightly on the thick head as it touches the back of my throat.

My hands fall to his hips, I pull him forward. “Oh, you want me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?”

I feel him start to thrust into my mouth, slowly at first, then quicker and more rhythmically. His grip tightens, and I feel my pussy gush, ready for him to be inside of me.

Still, he makes me wait, taking advantage in the best ways possible.

He pulls his cock away from me, sitting down on the couch and inviting me next to him. “I want you on all-fours, your face in my cock and your legs open so I can play with your pussy while you suck me off.”

Just the thought has me twitching from the inside out, and I happily oblige, kneeling on the couch and dipping my face down to take his dick into my mouth again.

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