Page 106 of Power Play Daddies
I can feel Daisy’s pulse racing under my fingertips. Her lips part, eyes flicking between the three of us, full of hunger and something deeper—something she’s been holding back all this time.
Mason lets out a low growl as he pulls her closer, lifting her until she’s standing on her toes.
“You don’t get to tease us like that,” he mutters, his lips trailing down her neck. The heat between us is building, suffocating almost, and I can’t tell if I’m losing my mind or if she’s just making us all insane with the way she’s looking at us.
Beau’s hand slides up her back, tugging at her dress until it bunches at her waist, exposing her bare skin.
She gasps, but there’s no retreat in her eyes, no hesitation. She’s already so far gone—just like we are.
“You’re sure about this?” Beau asks again, his voice rough, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as her.
Daisy reaches up, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that’s almost too soft for the intensity of the moment.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
Her words sink into me, pulling every last bit of control from my body. I need her. I need all of her, right now.
I slide my hands down her arms, feeling the way her skin shivers under my touch, the promise of what’s to come reflected in her eyes. She’s ours.
Her lips part in a gasp as Mason lifts her again, this time with a more urgent grip. “Tell me you want this,” he demands, his voice dripping with lust.
“I want this,” Daisy breathes, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I want all of you.”
And that’s all the confirmation we need.
We move as one—closer, faster, pulling her between us like she’s the only thing that matters. And in this moment, she is.
Everything else falls away. The chaos. The unknowns. The world outside this room.
There’s only the heat of her skin, the urgency of her need, and the overwhelming sense that this—this is exactly where we’re meant to be.
She moans, a sound that sends a jolt straight to my core, and I’m done holding back.
Daisy’s breath hitches when Beau pulls the dress over her head, her skin exposed, glowing under the dim light of the room.
There’s a moment of pure electricity between us, and it feels like the world has slowed down. The tension’s thick, like we’re all holding our breath, waiting for the next move.
She is so deliciously naked, her pussy glistening for us. I slide a hand up her stomach as Beau slides his hand between her legs to stroke her.
“Yes!” she cries out. I’m so hard, I think my cock might burst out of my boxers.
I walk behind her and cup her heavy breasts, kneading them gently. Her head falls back on my shoulder. Mason licks down her neck as Beau slides two fingers into her.
The filthy sound of her cunt as he fucks her fills the room.
Our girl is fucking soaked.
“Hold her open for me,” Beau says. I nod and walk back, settling on the sofa. Then I grab her thighs, pushing them apart, so she is up for our display. Beau groans as he works his cock out of his boxers.
“So pink and wet,” Mason growls, kneeling between my legs.
Her head rolls back when he makes contact with her wet slit. The slurping sound makes my cock jump in my pants.
She grinds down on me, her fingers digging into my arms. I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
Beau is fucking his own hand as Mason works her over with his tongue and lips, and I am kissing the soft whimpers off her lips.
When her back begins to arch, Mason stands, lips wet with her arousal. “She’s ready,” he says.
