Page 79 of Savage Daddies

I’d marvel at him all day if I wasn’t so desperate to fuck him.

Mounting his dick releases everything. Tension. Nerves. The grudge I’ve been holding against the world ever since Felix and I tied the knot. It feels like I’m transitioning into a bird, wings peeling open at my back.

Thisis what freedom is supposed to feel like.

Poet holds me in place, and Bullwhip, after he’s finished cleaning himself up, snakes one of his heavy-duty arms around my waist, dare I say lovingly? It’s like all three of them are counting on my arousal. They want me to finish. And I hate how close I am already.

I drive my hips forward. Swirl them in circular motions.

The boy from high school who took my virginity—his name unknown to me now—once asked me to spell out “coconut” with my hips to make it feel good forhim.I didn’t, and I told him to get back on top after that because it was myvirginityhe was taking, not a porno with me on top going ham. Anyway, even if Iwasmore experienced, I wouldn’t have performed any bedroom tricks. He was a selfish asshole only concerned with his own pleasure, and the guys after him were all the same. No foreplay. No nothing. We went from zero to one hundred every time, and then they were always straight out of the door.

Point is, enhancing the experience for partners is something I’ve always refused to do. Men have it easy in this life, so they don’t deserve to be pleasured the extra mile during sex. They don’t birth children into the world and get ignored by their fathers for being too emotional, and they certainly don’t get the short end of the stick when it comes to marriage contracts.

Before Felix, I had sex for my own selfish reasons, not because I was in love or wanted male attention, but because I desired to escape and forget about the outside world. Forget about Father’s inability to parent, and Fiona’s depression that started to eat me alive every day after the knife incident. All I wanted to do was forget.

But ever since the masquerade, all I’ve done is remember.

I circle my hips and spell out “coconut,” accelerating my own arousal by watching Wrangler’s reaction. He crumples his face and chokes out a moan.

I know I’m onto something here when pleasing the male species doesn’t ick me out.

I smooth my hands up his bronzed chest, feeling the muscles contort as I deepen the penetration. The other two prefer to dominate, and this comes as no surprise considering Poet’s past teaching career and Bullwhip’s thirst for violence. Wrangler, however, prefers submission. I see it in those silver eyes. The way they glint with pleasure.

He chokes out a moan.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Poet says, hands wrapping around my chest.

“More than good.” Wrangler parts his lips to grunt a second time. “It’s heaven.”

Pleasure surges through me at a rate far too great for me to control. It’s sensitivity overload, and my body shakes harder than an earthquake. It ripples from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. The storm no longer bellows outside. It exists inside of my body, fueling my soul with passion and this newfound zest for life that’s been absent for far too long.

Peace infuses the very fabric of my being, like it did three years ago.

When it’s all over, sleep weighs heavy on my eyelids and forces them to close. I slump over Wrangler, and our exhausted bodies mold into one another.

He might just be the most generous man I’ve ever met. Riding for Venom Vultures to retire his parents? That’s the most selfless act…ever. He could buy a car, a good one too, and purchase all the cowboy boots and Wrangler jeans in the world.

But he doesn’t.

In fact, none of them do. They each own like, two outfits.

And in a world of social media and fancy shoes, of million-dollar handmade dresses and luxury, state-of-the-art mansions, it’s refreshing to see them with the bare minimum, even though outlawing seems to be quite lucrative.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” Bullwhip helps me off Wrangler, and lays me back down on the bed. “Remember,” he says in a sidenote to the other two, “we still have work to do.”

I search blindly for the alarm clock on my nightstand, and wink open an eye for the time. “It’s nine thirty. Hurry. He’ll be home soon.”

“Alright.” Bullwhip claps his hands like he’s getting ready to assign duties. “I’ll head down to the office now and get started. You two clean Zoe up, and join me when you’re done.”

I expect him to fly out of the door. Instead, he retraces his steps toward the bed to plant a kiss to my forehead.

Forehead.Like he cares about me.

Layers.

I knew it.

“Thanks.” I tip my chin to smile up at him. “Now hurry, please. Felix is a man of his word. Find that contract before he finds all three of you in his house.”

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