Page 118 of Shootout Daddies
“Hunter,” she gasps, voice cracking.
“Yeah, baby. I’m here.”
I set a rhythm, slow at first, then harder when I feel her squeeze around me. Landon tips her chin back, kissing her hard, swallowing the cry that tears out of her when I slam deeper.
Rhett bends low, kissing the swell of her stomach like it’s holy ground. My chest tightens watching it—this man, my best friend, worshipping her like she’s carrying something divine. Which she is.
I fuck her harder. Her body clutches me, wringing me tight, and she moans into Landon’s mouth. Rhett strokes her cheek, guiding his cock to her lips.
She opens for him without hesitation, taking him deep, gagging lightly as he pushes forward. Her eyes roll back.
“Good girl,” Landon murmurs against her temple, steadying her while I drive in deep from below.
The sounds—wet, obscene—fill the room. Her mouth stretching around Rhett. The slap of my skin against hers. My breath ragged in her ear. She’s drowning in it, in us, and I never want her to come up for air.
Rhett groans low when she swallows around him. Landon strokes her hair back, whispering, “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Perfect.”
I can feel her trembling, the start of release building fast. I want to push her higher. “Switch,” I grunt.
We move like we’ve done this a thousand times. Landon grabs the lube, coating himself while I pull out slow. She whimpers at the loss, but Rhett keeps her mouth full, and Landon positions himself behind her, lifting her hips.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, steady, calm even with his cock slick and ready.
She nods frantically, muffled around Rhett. Her eyes are wild, pleading.
I slide back inside her pussy, deep and hard, and Landon eases into her ass, until she’s gasping, choking around Rhett as her body takes all of us.
Fuck. The heat, the stretch—it’s insane. She’s gripping me so tight I can barely move, Landon’s groans behind her vibrating through her body. She’s stuffed full, every inch of her claimed.
Her muffled cries rise higher, frantic. Rhett grips her hair gently, guiding her as she bobs on him, tears streaming down her face from the sheer overwhelm of it.
He strokes her cheek, voice ragged. “Easy, baby girl. Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
I thrust in time with Landon, our rhythm synced, filling her from both ends.
She claws at my shoulders, muffled moans around Rhett’s cock, and I can feel her starting to shake. That telltale tremble that means she’s close.
“Come for me,” I growl, driving harder, faster. “Come all over us, sweetheart.”
She breaks, body convulsing, sobbing out her orgasm around Rhett’s cock. She gushes, soaking me, soaking the sheets, and my vision blurs at the sight of it.
“Fuck,” I groan, slamming harder.
Landon curses behind her, voice guttural. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”
We push her through it, through the aftershocks until she’s twitching, trembling, completely undone.
Her body milks me, relentless, and I can’t hold back. I drive deep. My balls tighten, pleasure scorching through me too fast to hold back. I spill inside her with a guttural shout, my cock jerking as I empty into her.
Landon’s pace stutters, his groan vibrating low as he spills, too. Rhett curses sharp and pulls free, finishing across hercheek, her chest, marking her with thick stripes of white as she whimpers.
The room falls into panting silence, broken only by her soft sobs. She’s shaking, wrecked, her body glistening with sweat and cum, her lips swollen from Rhett’s cock, her stomach still rising and falling too fast.
I collapse forward, forehead pressed to hers. The words tear out before I can stop them, raw and unfiltered.
“We bought you a house.”
The silence after is deafening. Rhett freezes mid-breath. Landon stills behind her.
