Page 90 of Her Possessive Daddies

“Let’s get these off,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.

Abbie’s eyes lock onto mine, and there’s a flicker of hesitation, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by a delicious heat that is driving me wild. She lifts her hips slightly, and I pull her pants down her legs, taking her panties with them. They land somewhere on the floor, lost in the chaos of the moment.

“There,” I say, tossing her pants aside. “Perfect.”

She laughs breathlessly, shaking her head. “You’re such a smooth talker.”

Donovan chuckles, his hands still on her. “Yeah, but he’s not wrong,” he says, suddenly serious. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I’ve ever seen anyone like you.”

She blushes, and I reach out, caressing her cheek. “Don’t let him get in your head,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to her thigh. “We’re all just here to make you feel good.”

Seth grins up at me. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He moves back up the bed, his lips finding Abbie’s again, and I watch as she melts into him, her hands tangling in his hair.

I step back for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Donovan’s hands are everywhere, tracing patterns on her skin, while Seth’s kisses are slow and lingering. Abbie’s moans fill the room, and I can see the way her body responds to every touch, every kiss. She’s completely lost in it, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Corey…” she whispers as she looks at me, her voice barely audible.

I move in to kiss her again, slow and deep, and she moans into my mouth, her body arching into mine. Donovan’s hands are on her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and Seth moves to her thigh, leaving a trail of kisses that make Abbie breathless.

I kneel at the edge of the bed, my hands sliding up her thighs, spreading them apart as I lean in. Her skin is warm, her breath already erratic as I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. She lets out a muffled cry, her hips twitching toward me, but I take my time, savoring the way she trembles with every touch.

“Fuck me, Corey…” she whimpers, reaching for me.

I don’t answer, just drag my tongue slowly up her center, teasing her before I dip in, tasting her. She lets out a moan that’s half surprise, half relief, and I smirk against her. “Fuck, you're honey sweet,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.

Above her, Donovan leans over the bed, his lips finding hers in a upside-down kiss that’s equal parts filthy and tender. I can hear the wet slide of their mouths, the soft sounds of her getting lost in him while I work her wetness with my tongue. Donovan pulls back just enough to growl, “You’re holding out on us, baby. Let go. Ride the wave.”

Seth’s on her other side, his hands busy kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her whimper. “You sure you can handle all of us?”

Abbie’s choked laugh turns into a moan as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her back arch off the bed. “God, yes,” she pants, her voice breaking as I add my tongue back into the mix, working her in steady, relentless strokes. Her thighs tighten around my head, her hips grinding against my mouth, and I know she’s getting close, her body tensing, her breathing ragged.

“That’s it,” I growl, pulling back just enough to look up at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from Donovan’s kiss, her chest heaving under Seth’s touch. “Come for me, baby.”

She lets out a broken cry, her body shuddering as she falls apart, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice rising in a desperate, incoherent plea. I don’t let up, keeping my mouth on her, drawing out every last wave until she’s limp beneath me, her chest heaving in shallow gasps.

Donovan chuckles, brushing her hair back from her face. “Think she’s still with us?”

Abbie groans, her eyes fluttering open. “Barely,” she mutters, her voice hoarse.

Seth grins, leaning down to kiss her. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.” His hand slides between her legs, gently teasing her oversensitive clit, and she lets out a shaky laugh.

“You’re all insatiable,” she says, but there’s no real complaint in her voice.

I kiss my way up her body, my lips finding hers as Seth shifts to take my place between her legs. “Guilty,” I murmur against her mouth, and she smiles, her hands sliding up my chest to grip my shoulders.

“I’m not complaining,” she breathes, and then Seth’s tongue is on her again, and her words dissolve into another moan.

"Oh, god, more…."she begs. It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

46

SETH

Donovan leans back in the chair opposite the bed, his muscles flexing as he spreads his legs, his grin lazy but predatory. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he drawls, his eyes raking over her. “I’ll get my turn soon. You’d better be ready for me.”

Abbie’s cheeks flush, but she shoots him a playful smirk. “I think I can handle it,” she grins, her voice steady even if her hands tremble slightly.

Corey chuckles, lying back on the bed, his body relaxed but his eyes sharp, watching her every move. “You’re in charge, Seth. Don’t go easy on her.”

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