Page 83 of Detention with Daddies

Her crash is hard, eyes drifting back, and she sinks into it so perfectly as Nick follows behind her. I can feel himpulsing inside of her, and his forehead finds her shoulder as he shudders.

Their moment is relatively short, but I can’t make myself break their connection. I don’t want any interference on my own. It’s a new balance to consider, and I weave it into the control I can’t help but want over her.

When Nick retreats, Matteo takes his place, and the sound Olivia makes when he takes her ass sends heat straight through me.

The strength he has in holding her down, powering into her, I should feel jealous of how different we are, but now that he’s not keeping anything back, I feel a kinship in how desperately he wants her.

I want her the same way. I want to destroy her in the best ways.

And we do, coming inside of her almost simultaneously.

It’s only the start.

Unsure of how much time we have, the moves and switches happen frequently. And we all get a taste of coming in her when she’s stuffed full. It’s a decadent feeling, and surprisingly, I want more of it.

I will certainly need to clean her duvet, but now that I have her tucked under me as Matteo and Nick slowly peruse her room—something I did as well as I waited my turn—all of my focus is on her. I tuck her hair away from her face, pink from exertion and a plethora of orgasms. I lost count, but has she, I wonder?

Her dreamy green eyes blink up at me, and a small smile curves her lips.

“You okay?”

“Mmm.” Olivia nods as if words escape her. Maybe they do. We’ve been demanding of her.

I laugh softly and kiss along her jaw and throat. “I promise to clean you and your bed up properly when we’re through.”

Her laugh shakes her body, but little sound accompanies it. Those tender fingers wrap in my hair loosely. My poor girl has to be spent.

Yet, she feels so glorious under me, around me. Hot and wet and still so responsive.

It’s difficult to not take my time with her body, even though I’ve had so much of it today. I always want to draw things out, take as much as I can, give her even more. Now though, I’ve taken so much that I’m beginning to feel selfish.

Instead of dwelling on it for too long, I kiss her, and the power of her mouth moving against mine washes those anxieties away.

She’s mine right this second. And it’s not going to change anytime soon.

Olivia nips my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth for a small but solid bite. I groan, thrusting my hips with a little more force. It catches her breath, and I’m set on getting her to come at least once more before we’re through.

I rear up on my arms and grind myself into her until she gasps again. Her hands find my waist, fingers splayed as if transfixed by the way my muscles move.

Her pale skin is flushed and striped with red marks from all of our hands grabbing and holding onto her. Hips smacking against her thighs and ass.

A cool shower after this will help her from being too stiff and sore after. A rub down with her favorite lotion will help too.

It’s strange to be thinking of aftercare when we’re still having sex, but my heart is twisting in strange ways for her.

Redirecting myself, I hook her knees in my hands, spreading her thighs a little wider, lifting her hips to hit an angle that I know will detonate us both.

The way her breathing hitches, stays unsteady, and her core strangles me, I know I’ve found it.

I can’t catch my breath either, and this time, I don’t try to prolong it, even if I want to spend the rest of my hours and days just like this.

Slowing my pace sustains her pleasure, I just need a minute or two to catch up. I want to come with her. For us to be together in that state of bliss. It’s not typical for me, but I can time this right if I try.

I can deepen this connection the way I’m craving.

When she clamps down on me, it’s like a punch to the gut, and I’m tumbling faster than I imagined I could.

I lean down to be closer, hooking her knees over my arms so that I can kiss her. We moan together, and the pleasure is wrapping around emotions I haven’t acknowledged yet. Ones I haven’t worried over for nearly a decade.

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