Page 7 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
That’s all it takes. He breaks. His rhythm turns feral as he pistons into me like he can’t get deep enough… but every inch of him hits oh so right. He holds me there, suspended, utterly at his mercy, and I’m nothing but a fuck-drunk mess in his arms. And being used like his personal rag doll in this position? It might just be my favorite kind of ruin.
My mind shatters. And just as my body is about to sing—
A noise outside.
Everything stops. Frozen. Breaths caught. Heart pounding like a war drum. My pulse roars in my ears. Seconds crawl, but no one comes.
We exhale, the moment teetering between danger and desire. And somehow, that tension makes it all the hotter.
Without a word, Jester carries me to a chaise nearby, plush, wide, and more forgiving than the hard desk… and the wall. He eases me onto my back and doesn’t miss a beat, diving into me again, but this time, his hips roll slower, deeper, more claiming. The change in texture beneath me makes the sensation of every movement more pronounced. I moan freely now, my body melting into the cushions as I give him everything.
Wolf steps to the edge of the chaise, his presence dark and commanding, like a storm about to break. His fingers curl around my throat, firm but careful, applying just enough pressure to make my breath hitch in my lungs. The sudden control makes my pulse spike, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as a delicious mix of surrender and anticipation floods through me.
“You ready for me?” he growls, his voice low, rough.
My eyes flutter open, seeking his, and when they meet, the look he gives me is pure predatorial. It steals the air from my lungs more than his grip ever could.
“Yes,” I manage under the weight of his grip. And god,I want it. Every fucking second of it. And some deep, devilish instinct tells me I haven’t even scratched the surface with these men.
He wastes no time. He props my head up with a couple of pillows, then guides his leaky cock to my lips, nudging them apart with his needy tip. His other hand stays steady at mythroat, but as I take him in slowly, lips wrapping around his salty heat, he slides his hand around to the back of my neck, the newness of this both foreign and electric. I’ve never sucked dick before, never even wanted to. But with them, I want to do everything. It feels naughty, yet… somehow intimate. Fulfilling. Powerful.
I try to mimic what I’ve seen in porn—hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue, bobbing slow at first. I must be doing something right, because Wolf lets out a guttural sigh that vibrates down my spine.
“Yeah… just like that,” he rasps, the grip around my neck tightening as he starts to roll his hips, matching the rhythm of my mouth. I pull back slightly—so does he—and we collide again, a little rough, a little messy. And man, is he massive. Too thick, too long to take all the way, but I try anyway,needingevery inch I can manage.
As he rocks forward again, my eyes catch on the dark smudge just above the base of his cock—right where his sculpted lower abs taper into the hard V of his hips. A birthmark. Small, cloud shaped, and just noticeable enough to feel like a secret. Like proof this fierce man is still human… and somehow mine to memorize.
There’s something deeply exhilarating about being filled at both ends. One cock down my throat, another stretching my pussy. Their pleasure bleeds into mine, until I’m not even surewhich moan belongs to whom anymore. I’m just a vessel now, floating on this new high.
Jester groans as he finally spills into his condom. “Sorry for the love bites earlier, darlin’. But you taste too damn good. Now you’ve got something to remember me by.”
Wolf releases my neck, his dick slipping out of my mouth. When I glance down, I see the reddish-purple blooms of bruising along my breasts, but I don’t mind. As a matter of fact, a part of me thrills at the sight of him leaving his mark.
As soon as Jester slips off the chaise, breathless and sated, Wolf hurriedly takes his place. He grabs me without hesitation, flipping me onto my stomach with a roughness that makes my heart stutter.
His hands clamp down on my hips, fingers bruising, possessive. And then he lines up that thick, heavy cock, pressing it to my soaked entrance. One slow push, and he stretches me wide, the sheer size of him punching a ragged gasp from my lungs.
Fuck, he’s bigger than the rest. The kind of cock that splits you open and makes you feel every goddamn inch in your lower belly, like he’s rearranging you to make room. If I were on my back right now, I swear I’d see the outline of him bulging through my stomach, sliding in and out like he’s trying to leave his mark from the inside out.
He bottoms out with a grunt, and then he starts to move, grinding deep, dragging his length through me with deliberate, merciless rolls of his hips. Every thrust drives me forward intothe cushion, my clit rubbing just right against the velvet below, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure ricocheting through me.
I can’t do anything but take it. I’m nothing but a moaning mess—cock-drunk, boneless, trembling beneath him.
“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight for me,” he growls, voice husky. “And taking all of me so well.”
And the way he says it makes me clench around him, needy and aching. He fucks me harder in response, slamming into me like he wants to leave his shape inside me.
Every grind sparks fire in my core. Every drag of my clit against the cushion pulls me closer to the edge. The pressure builds fast, a slow burn erupting into a full-blown blaze. I writhe beneath him, my mouth open in a silent scream, moans muffled into the soft velvet. I’m trembling, barely able to hold myself up as the climax hits, dizzying and all-consuming. My body jerks against his, limbs going weak, helpless under the force of my release. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, pounding deeper like he’s chasing the aftershocks, pulling every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m nearly mewling like a kitten.
The chaise is drenched, slick with the mess of my orgasm. And then he follows, grunting low, driving into me one final time as his cum floods me in thick, hot waves. It gushes out around him, spilling down my thighs and pooling beneath us, a beautiful mess. My pussy clenches greedily around him, milking him, desperate to keep every last drop buried deep.
The cushion is ruined, stained with the mix of us, and I couldn’t care less.
Off to the side, Jester strokes himself, coaxing his cock back to full mast, his eyes locked on me like prey. Lion kneels beside me, fingers combing through my hair, whispering filth into my ear—nasty little promises that I wish he could make good on. His voice is deep, dark velvet, and the sound of it paired with the lingering aftershocks sends a shiver straight through my bones.
Suddenly, another noise reverberates outside, this time much closer.
We scramble. They dress me quickly and carefully, and once the coast is clear, they escort me to a nearby bathroom. I splash cool water onto my flushed skin, my heart still racing.
