Page 105 of Slap Shot Daddies

I sense the others drawing close behind me, delicate, gentle fingers trailing slowly down the curve of my spine, coaxing me to arch instinctively into their tender touch.

Another pair of hands finds my hips, pulling me back in a gentle, teasing retreat.

Breaking our kiss, Reggie’s dark eyes burn with raw desire as he leans close to murmur, “Are you ready for us, baby?”

His voice rumbles like a purr, and I can only nod, my words lost in the overwhelming passion of the moment.

A shudder of delight runs through me as a new set of lips grazes my neck, while teeth softly caress sensitive skin.

The contrast of rough stubble and velvety tongues exploring my flesh creates a heady mixture of sensations that overloads my senses, while firm hands continue to caress and squeeze, fanning the flames of desire deep within.

“Please,” I whimper softly, my plea hanging in the charged air, uncertain of what I am begging for even as I surrender to the ecstasy.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” a deep, reassuring voice rumbles in my ear, its warmth sending delicious shivers cascading down my spine.

The voice promises, “We’ll take good care of you,” as I feel strong, protective arms silencing any lingering doubt.

A solid chest press against my back reminds me that I am safe.

Reggie cradles my face gently with strong hands, tilting me upward to meet his intense, smoldering gaze. “Remember your safe word if it gets to be too much,” he gently reminds me, his concern softening the savage lust dancing in his eyes.

I nod, moved by his tenderness even amid our wild passion.

In one fluid, breathtaking movement, I am lifted off my feet as skilled, caring hands cradle me on all sides, guiding me with deliberate care onto the bed in my bedroom.

I find myself crawling onto the soft expanse of the bed, my knees sinking into the plush fabric as I am encircled by their sculpted, muscular forms.

“Start with me,” Reggie instructs, positioning himself just before me. I eagerly open myself to him, taking him into my mouth with a fervor that draws a low, appreciative groan from him.

Even as I focus on pleasuring him, I feel the shift in the atmosphere—hands spreading my thighs apart with tender insistence, slick fingers exploring my entrance in a deliberate caress, preparing me for the pleasures yet to come.

I moan around Reggie’s length as those skilled digits work me open, each touch sparking a cascade of exquisite sensations.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for us,” Reggie praises, his voice a husky blend of desire and admiration that sends a thrilling pulse through me, spurring me on to take him even deeper into my mouth.

The bed shifts unexpectedly as another presence claims its space behind me. Strong, capable hands grip my hips firmly, and I brace myself for the delicious pressure that follows as he pushes inside me, stretching me in a way that feels both tantalizing and profoundly satisfying.

A muffled cry of pleasure escapes me, my mouth still around Reggie’s cock.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” groans Ambrose behind me, his voice laced with awe as he establishes a steady, measured rhythm. Simultaneously, I feel the others touching me: their hands roaming every inch of my exposed flesh, stroking and caressing with a meticulous gentleness.

A pair of slender fingers slips teasingly between my thighs next, sending a shiver of electric delight through my body, momentarily making my ministrations on Reggie’s behalf falter.

“That’s it, baby,” Reggie moans again, his grip on my hair tightening ever so slightly as his words embolden me.

With renewed fervor, I recommit to my task, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can, every movement drenched in theheady pool of my arousal, a slick, shimmering testament pooled beneath me, saturating the sheets with evidence of my lust.

I cannot help but marvel at the overwhelming intensity of my desire, the longing to have all of them inside me at once.

Reggie then lifts me gently yet insistently, arranging my knees over his broad waist so that my most sensitive heat meets his rigid, commanding length. As we lock eyes, he enters me, the thrill of intimacy resonating in the silent communion of our gaze.

Ambrose’s hand drifts around my neck tenderly, while Braden positions himself behind me, aligning the tip of his throbbing desire with the inviting warmth of my most secret place.

“Are you sure you want this?” Braden asks, his voice carrying a daring blend of concern and raw excitement.

With parted lips and a trembling voice, I reply, “Yes, fuck me, both of you. Together.”

A cry of both pain and pleasure escapes me at the initial, sharp pang of pressure, but Ambrose’s gentle entreaty to relax, mixed with the deep moan of pleasure from Braden, soothes my fears as their combined thrusts and movements render me blissfully loopy under their spell.

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