Page 88 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
David latches onto my clit, sucking harder now, faster, and it pushes me closer to the edge. I keen, the sound echoing off marble and mirrors, legs shaking as my body starts to unravel.
“Good girl,” Andy growls, dragging his thumb across my lip. “Now, open that greedy little mouth for me.”
His cock drags across my tongue—thick, veined, hot—the head flushed and slick, ridges pronounced as he presses deeper.I suck him down, slow and wet, letting him feel every inch. My tongue swirls around the crown, tracing the ridge where it flares, then slides along the underside, where he’s most sensitive. The veins throb against my lips as I take him deeper, sloppy and eager, spit already dripping from my chin.
Andy groans, one hand fisting in my hair, guiding my pace with barely restrained control.
“I want you to come for us,” Shane says as he steps in close, voice low and commanding. “Soak this bench. The floor.Us.Show us how bad you needed it while we were gone.”
And I do—hard. I moan around Andy’s cock, the sound muffled and messy, as my body convulses. Release gushes out of me, soaking David’s chest, dripping down the bench, splattering the marble floor.
Shane rumbles low in his chest. “Such a pretty little mess.”
David rises, mouth glistening, pupils blown wide. He grabs two towels, laying them over the bench with unexpected tenderness. He shows me that even in the middle of chaos, I’m still something precious to care for.
“Turn around. Knees up.” Shane’s voice cuts through the air.
Andy’s cock slips from my mouth with a wet pop as they move me, strong hands spinning me and bending me over the vanity. I catch my reflection—flushed, lips swollen, eyes dazed and wrecked—and somehow, it only makes me wetter.
Shane positions himself behind me, dragging his cock slowly through the slick cleft of my ass, letting the head nudge against mytightest hole. He pauses just long enough for me to squirm, then drives in deep with a guttural rumble in his chest.
I cry out, back arching as I brace against the cool marble, Andy’s cock sliding back between my lips. I suck him down, tongue swirling over the swollen ridge, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth. He lets out a low, broken sound, driving slow and deep, his hand cradling my jaw.
David steps in beside me, cock in hand, and I reach for him without thinking. He exhales sharply as my fingers wrap around him—thick, hot, pulsing in my grip—stroking in rhythm with the rest of me.
It’s loud. Filthy. Perfect.
“Come with me,” Shane growls against my neck.
And I do. My orgasm crashes through me, soaking the marble beneath as I tremble between them, wrecked and gasping.
Andy follows with a choked moan, spilling down my throat as I suck him through it, messy and eager.
Shane isn’t far behind, pistoning into me with deep, brutal thrusts until he snarls against my ear, breath hot and filthy. He empties inside my ass with a guttural curse, each pulse thick and possessive, dragging aftershocks through me with every plunge.
But David doesn’t finish. Not yet.
Once Shane and Andy are spent, he scoops me off the bench and effortlessly carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, reverently, and climbs over me without a word. Just his hands. His mouth. Worship.
His kisses trail down my chest, across my stomach, slow and warm. Then he eases inside my soaked pussy with one stroke, groaning like it’s the first time.
His rhythm is slow but deep, grinding into my lower belly with each deliberate thrust, savoring every gasp, every flutter of my body around him. He lifts one leg over his shoulder while the other curls tight around his waist, keeping him close—inside me, pressed flush to my skin, eyes locked on mine as he watches me fall apart just for him.
He lowers his head, breath warm against my ear. “I love you, Phoenix.”
And then he kisses me, slow and tender, the kind of kiss that sends a shiver racing down my spine. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on mine, until I’m unraveling all over again, another orgasm pulling me under just as he lets go. We fall apart together, our moans melting into each other’s mouths. It’s not loud. It’s not wild. It’severything.
When he finally rolls off, he pulls me into his arms from behind, cradling me. His leg drapes over mine, chest rising and falling against my back.
Andy sits by the window, tired from the day, while Shane settles in front of me, brushing a kiss across my temple.
“Fuck, baby. What’s gotten into you tonight?” Shane asks, eyes wide.
I grin, lip caught between my teeth, heart racing from more than just the afterglow. “Well… I got some news today.”
I let the words linger, watching them squirm just a little. One beat. Then another. All three of them turn to face me, eyes narrowing, curiosity burning beneath the surface.
I take a breath, my fingers brushing over my belly. “Luna’s going to be a big sister.”
