Page 50 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
Neither of us says a word to him. He doesn’t push, doesn’t interrupt. Just leans against the wall watching, his hand casually palming the bulge behind his jeans.
I turn my gaze back to Leighton, who is now closing her eyes. “Eyes on me, baby,” I say. “I’m not done with you.”
I grab my pants off the floor and dig through the pocket for the condoms I stashed, just in case. Her body’s limp from the orgasm I just tore out of her, drenched and trembling. After sliding it on, I line myself up and drive into her in one brutal, balls-deep stroke.
She gasps, back arching as I bottom out.
“Fuck,” she breathes, one hand cupping her breast, the other rising to her mouth as she bites down on her knuckle, pure reflex.
I wrap my hand around her throat, firm but steady, making damn sure she keeps those teary, lust-drunk eyes locked on mine.
I slam into her again, harder. Her breath stutters against my palm. Her pussy clamps down like a vice, sucking me in deeper with every thrust.
Her knuckles go white against her teeth, and her fingers claw uselessly at the piano lid as I fuck her, every stroke deep and punishing. The room fills with the sound of wet slaps and her broken cries, raw and wrecked.
“Uhhn…Y-yes” she wails, legs wrapping tight around my waist.
“That’s right,” I croon. “Take it.”
Her nails dig into my chest as I drive into her, relentlessly, watching her struggle for control while my hand lingers at her throat. The piano creaks beneath us, the air thick with sweat and sex. She clenches around me, body convulsing again, and the pressure building in my spine coils, hot and unforgiving.
I come with a growl, hips jerking as I spill deep inside her, filling her with everything I’ve got.
She’s still panting when I scoop her up, one arm under her knees, the other wrapped around her back. She shoots me a lazy grin as I toss her face down onto the chaise, her body bouncing once.
“Up,” I order.
She scrambles onto her knees, gripping the backrest, still dazed, but ready.
I step up behind her on the edge of the chaise, spreading her legs wide with both hands before lining myself up again. Then,I fist her hair, yanking her head back, and drive into her soaked pussy with one hard thrust that rips a cry from her lips.
I smack her ass hard, watch it bounce, then do it again as I slam into her from behind. My grip in her hair tightens. I know she fucking loves it—the way her back bows, ass grinding into me like she’s starved and I’m the only thing that’ll feed her.
And I give it to her.
Every thrust lands deeper, rougher, skin cracking against skin, her moans unraveling into desperate sobs. I keep her locked in place, hips pinned, one hand tangled in her hair as I take her.
“You feel that?” I purr against her ear, dipping low to bite her shoulder. “That’s mine. Every inch of you…mine.”
She whimpers, knuckles white where she clutches the chaise. “Please, Shane. Don’t stop—”
I smack her ass again, loving the way it reddens beneath my palm. “I need you to come for me, baby. Soak my cock like you did the piano.”
And she does.
She shudders hard, legs barely holding as the climax hits her like a wave. Her head drops forward, walls pulsing around me in perfect surrender.
But I don’t stop.
I fuck her right through it, chasing the edge like I’m burning alive. “Fuck me,” I rasp, pace stuttering.
I snap my hip in deep one last time, coming hard with a guttural groan, hips locked to hers as I spill inside her. She’s stilltrembling, soaked in sweat and sex, breathless and ruined… just the way I want her.
Slowly, I pull out, watching her slump forward, still on her knees, chest rising and falling, lips parted in the wreckage of what we just did. I run a hand down her back, slow and possessive, a quiet claim wrapped in tenderness.
Then I turn and find David now standing beside Andy, both watching the aftermath like it was their favorite fucking show.
“If I thought you were on my piano doing anything but this, I’d be pissed,” David grunts, his pupils blown.
