Page 60 of Campus Daddies

“Don’t move.”

A shiver ripples through me, but I brace my hands on my thighs and wait for his next move.

Cedric sinks a hand in my hair, using my bun as a handle to pull me forward. The head of his cock runs around my lips before he sets himself against my tongue.

God, why is this so hot?

When he pulls me slowly down his length, my pulse thunders in my ears, but it’s not loud enough to hear the strangled breathing behind me, the low groan as all three of them watch Cedric work his way down my throat.

“Open your eyes. Stay here with me.” Cedric’s voice is nearly a growl.

My eyes open at his command, staring straight into his Mediterranean ones. He holds my gaze as he thrusts me over himself. Tears gather, ready to leave streaks down my face. But the way he looks at me has me overheating.

Like a sex god, he looks ready to devour me and make me enjoy every single moment of it.

I never thought I’d like this so much, but I do. I give in to it, and Cedric moans in approval. And it feels too soon when he pulls me back. I’m panting, mouth open and waiting for more, but his thumb circles my lips.

“On your feet.”

When I wobble, Cedric braces me, turning me around and leaning me back against his chest as I face the other two men in my life. What will they think of me after that display?

Their gazes are hot, filled with desires I can’t quite read but want to unearth in full.

Cedric smooths my hair back and whispers in my ear, “Bend over and brace yourself.”

Shivering, I do as I’m told, bending over his desk, braced on my forearms as Cedric rubs my lower back and ass. It’s the one day I don’t wear something with easy access.

“Mouth open, Sofia. Let one of them take you now.”

He must make a gesture behind my back because Braxton stands and towers over me. He’s so big. So much man. I want every inch of him.

I present my open mouth to him, straining my neck to look up at him.

His thumb runs under my lip as he looks down at me. “You okay?”

I nod. It’s small but clear enough because his voice rumbles with need. Maintaining eye contact while he frees himself has me breathing a little faster.

Cedric is a steady presence at my back, hands running in slow, soothing circles over my hips.

The desire to glance at Orion is strong—just to see how he’s reacting—but now isn’t the time. It’s about Braxton. His brown eyes darken as he pulls his cock out into his hand.

My tongue curls in anticipation, and the moment his head makes contact, I close around him, sucking, working to draw more of him into my mouth. His breath seems to devolve into a low growl as his fingers slip into the hair at the back of my head, supportive and firm.

Braxton is not a demanding lover. He’s a giving one.

Today, I want to give. Give back to all three of them for how I’ve fumbled in navigating this.

It’s not like I won’t get everything I give back. Not with how the three of them operate.

Once Braxton has a slow but steady rhythm, Cedric’s attention shifts between my thighs, stroking along my core over my tight jeans, rubbing me just where I want him. But there’s too much in the way for it to do more than make me ache.

I moan around Braxton’s cock and feel his grip tighten before loosening again. He doesn’t move me over him the way Cedric did. He flexes his hips, the muscles only hinting at his overall strength.

As dark as his gaze gets, he looks down at me like I’m a gift. And I want to be that for him.

It’s hard to keep my attention fully on him, though, with the way Cedric is rubbing me. Then his hands slide along the front of me, expertly undoing the fly of my jeans and working them down my hips and ass until he has them tangled around my knees.

His hands knead my bare cheeks with a low murmur of pleasure before I feel his cock rubbing along the thin line of my thong. I moan again, wanting what he’s teasing me with.

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