Page 46 of Hat Trick Daddies

As I suck and slide my mouth around him, I feel his fingers, strong and sure, thrusting deep inside of me, and I moan on his cock, sighing with each movement.

Back and forth, back and forth, I feel him explore my pussy, adding fingers slowly until I’m full and backing myself up on his hand as much as I can.

With a groan he stands up, pulling my hips towards him and letting me hang over the couch.

“Come here, I want to fuck you, hard,” he sighs.

“Hard?” I ask, a slight tinge of fear in my voice.

“Don’t worry,” he sighs, and I gasp, feeling him thrust deep inside of me. “You’re ready for it, I can tell.”

And fuck me hard he does. Grabbing my hips from behind, he pounds into me over and over, the feeling of his thick,throbbing cock sliding against the inside of me making me gush against him repeatedly.

With each gush of fluid, I feel him thrust harder and faster, slamming himself into me. The melodic thrumming from deep inside me starts, a pulling, building tension, like someone tightening the string on a guitar too much.

One more thrust, and I’m going to snap.

And then I do, all over him, shuddering against him. The sensation proves too much for him too, and I feel him finish, his cock throbbing and jerking inside of me, and sending shuddering waves through my body.

He shouts my name as he comes, folding over me slightly, his cock slipping firmly home as he gives in to his pleasure. I enjoy one last jolt of pleasure as he finishes, panting and swimming in a sea of delicious repletion.

We collapse on the couch, sweating in each other’s arms.

“Okay, fine,” Brooks says, his voice lighter now. “Let’s eat. But only because I’m starving.”

I laugh, leading him into the kitchen, where I make him a plate of food.

We sit down together at the table naked, the air between us still charged but now softened by the warmth of shared laughter and clinking forks.

The food disappears quickly, the conversation easy and relaxed despite the lingering heat in his gaze every time he looks at me.

When the plates are empty, I stack them in the sink, turning back to find Brooks standing there, his eyes dark with intent. I shiver a little. I’ve been cold for a bit already, but it was fun and silly to eat together naked.

No one can judge us except for Poppy, and she made herself scarce as soon as activities got too rowdy in the living room.

Brooks steps closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “Round two?” he asks, his tone teasing but full of promise.

I bite my lip, nodding as my heart races.

This time, when our lips meet, it’s even more electric. The warmth of his hands, the press of his body against mine, it all feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.

His hands caress my body with the same familiar adept touch. I feel as if each time we meld our bodies together I feel closer to him, but I don’t know what that means for us.

Still, I can’t ruin this moment for myself with questions like that. I don’t care what it means forus, I want to know what it meansright now. I want to know how much higher we can go, how much more Brooks has to teach me, and how I can liberate myself further.

He barely breaks the kiss to lift me onto the counter, slotting himself between my hips. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, the warmth of his large body making my skin prickle with sweat despite the chill in the room.

He drops kisses along my neck, then sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I cry out and arch my back, this new source of pleasure unexpectedly wonderful.

“Oh, you like that,” he comments, switching his attention to my other breast. “I’ll remember that,” he promises me, reaching up to squeeze and massage my breasts.

“I didn’t know I liked that,” I whisper, pressing into his hands, feeling myself sticky and wet already against the counter surface beneath me.

“We’re discovering things together, baby,” he says to me, and the casual endearment makes something warm and sweet flood through me. No one I’ve ever dated has gotten close enough to me to give me pet names.

“I think I might like…”I hesitate, suddenly unsure of myself.

“Might like what?” he asks me, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. The lust and the gentleness in his eyes tugs at my heart, and I reach up to comb my fingers through his hair.

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