Page 6 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
“No,” I breathe.
He brushes a slick finger across my bottom lip, teasing it open. And then, without hesitation, he crashes his mouth to mine. The kiss is slow at first… sensual, consuming. His tongue slides against mine, tasting me, claiming me. One of his hands cups the back of my neck, holding me in place as he deepens it into something hot and hungry, and I moan into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, just enough to let me breathe, his gaze burns into mine. “You’re mine now,” he growls.
Fuck. I am. I’m all of theirs.
Before the tremors of my release completely fade, Lion rolls on a condom and claims the space between my legs, gripping my thighs firmly, standing at the edge of the desk like a man possessed. When he slowly feeds me his thick cock, every push, every inch drags a new moan from my lips. His mocha brown eyes, now glowing with flecks of gold in the low light, hold mine as he sinks into me, deeper and deeper, until he’s buried to the hilt.
Deeper than I knew I could take. And still, I crave more. I embrace the ache, the stretch, the delicious pressure that makes my toes curl and my body shudder beneath him.
Wolf threads his fingers through my hair, the other hand fondling my breasts, tugging at my nipples.
Jester takes over between my thighs, teasing my clit with maddening precision. His fingers glide in tight, torturous circles. Then, he leans in and gently blows on it. The contrast of cool air against my slick, overheated skin makes me jolt, the new sensation heightening everything, every deep thrust of Lion’s hips, every touch by Wolf.
Wolf lowers his mouth, dragging his tongue across my breasts before latching onto a nipple, sucking hard until they become hardened peaks. He moves to the other, showering it with the same attention, alternating between flicks and soft bites until the stimulation from all three men blurs into a delirious haze of pleasure.
Lion picks up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with force. I can’t help but give in. I come again, without warning, the orgasm slamming into me so hard it punches high-pitched whimpers from my throat. The nonsensical sounds are loud and desperate. Wolf quickly covers my mouth to stifle the noise—first with his palm, and then with something softer, silkier.
My panties.
The lace muffles my cries as he quickly shoves them inside my mouth, damp with my arousal. I should be reeling in shock, but instead, I burn hotter by the thought of them gagging me while they fuck me. There’s something wild in the gesture, something exquisitely deviant. The taste of myself. The scent of sex in the air. The way the men move around me is like awell-rehearsed sin—seamless, savage, and relentless. It’s raw. It’s ruin. It’s everything I didn’t know I was starving for.
And I don’t want it to end.
Lion pounds into me, my legs locked tight around his waist, and it isn’t long before he lets out a deep and guttural groan, his body damn near convulsing as he spills into the condom. When he pulls out, the sudden emptiness steals my breath.
I’m not done. Not even close. I need more. I need everything.
“You okay, darlin’?” Jester asks.
I nod, breathless. “God. More than okay.”
Wolf unzips his pants, freeing the thick cock inside them, his eyes locked on mine. He doesn’t rush. Instead, he lifts my leg and drags his cock slowly along my inner thigh, letting his precum paint my skin in teasing strokes. I thought he wanted to take me hard and fast, but this? This restraint, this focus, it makes my pulse stutter. I’ve never been touched like this. Never known my body could be worshipped like this. They’re not just taking me. They’re savoring me. Pleasuring me as much as they’re pleasuring themselves.
“You’re next,” he says to Jester, stepping back, fisting his cock.
Jester doesn’t need a second invitation. His belt is already undone, shirt hanging open over his chest, but in one fluid motion, he drops his pants and shrugs off the button-up, letting everything fall to the floor. A tattoo curves around his right bicep—bold, unapologetic.ARMY BRATS,inked in all caps,rougher and less polished than Lion’s, but every bit as commanding.
He sheathes himself in a condom, then plunges into me in one savage, unforgiving stroke. No warning. No buildup. Just raw, filthy need slamming through both of us. His hands clamp around my ankles, lifting my legs high into a wide, obscene V. I’m spread open for him, completely exposed, as he drives into me without mercy, fucking me like he’s trying to tear me in half.
And I fuckingloveit.
He releases my ankles, leans in, slides an arm beneath my back, and hoists me up like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist as his cock stays buried deep, thick and stretching, grinding into every nerve. He strides across the room with me impaled on him, like I’m nothing but a toy in his hands, stopping at a bare wall that doesn’t distract us from rutting out our need.
And when he slams me against it, the shock knocks the air from my lungs, my moan ripping raw and wild from my throat. He pummels into me, over and over, his hips snapping like a whip. His mouth roams everywhere, my neck, my breasts, hot and ravenous. He sucks hard, bites harder, his tongue teasing my nipples as they bounce with every punishing thrust.
I arch into him, hungry, delirious, my nails dragging deep across the sculpted muscles of his back. My other hand grips his hair, yanking him closer, like I’ll drown if I let go. Every motionsends shockwaves through my spine, straight to the molten core between my legs.
“Uh—uhn—fuck, you feel so good inside me,” I gasp, tightening my legs around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly deeper. “Harder.”
His growl vibrates against my chest, primal and possessive. He lifts his head from my breast, eyes burning into mine. “Say that again. You have no fuckin’ idea what that does to me.”
“Harder,” I breathe.
He pulls out just enough to hover at my entrance, his lips twisting into something dark. Dangerous. “Mmm. That’s my good girl.”Then, one hard push. “Now.”Another snap of his hips. “Call me Daddy.”A third punishing thrust.
“Harder, Daddy,” I moan, the words feeling lewd on my tongue… but deliciously so.
