Page 14 of Shootout Daddies
I press the toy to her clit.
She jumps at first—squeals, even—but then melts.
“Oh mygod,” she moans, head tipping back.
Rhett holds her hands above her head, kissing her wrists while I work the toy in slow circles. Her whole body trembles. Her nipples are tight, her mouth slack, her legs shaking already.
She comes again. Fast. Hard. With a choked-off cry and a desperate roll of her hips.
We don’t give her time to recover.
Rhett opens the drawer, grabs two condoms, tosses one to me. We roll them on fast.
I slide between her legs. Line up. Her eyes are wide—nervous, but sparkling.
“Tell me if anything feels wrong,” I whisper.
She nods. I push in.
She gasps, arching, her nails dragging across my chest. She’s tight, warm, and already pulsing around me. I move slowly, giving her time. Inch by inch until I’m buried deep.
Her head drops back. “Ohshit.”
Rhett strokes her thigh from beside us, watching. His cock is thick and hard and waiting.
I fuck her slow. Long strokes. Deep. Letting her feel every inch. She whimpers, moans, curses.
I kiss her. “You’re perfect,” I breathe.
She clenches around me. When I feel myself edging closer, I pull out.
“Your turn,” I pant to Rhett.
He slides in with one long, practiced thrust and her head snaps back. “Fuck.”
Rhett’s slower than me. More controlled. He grips her hips, pulls her closer. She wraps her arms around his neck and holds on as he fucks her deep and steady.
I watch. Jerking myself slowly, teasing the edge as I wait for another turn.
She turns her head, eyes locking on mine. “Hunter…”
“Right here, baby.”
We take turns. Slow. Careful. Letting her climb again and again. The room smells like sweat and sex and her.
By the time we collapse beside her, she’s boneless. Sweaty. Flushed. Glowing.
We’re all tangled limbs and gasps and hearts pounding out of sync.
She breathes for a long minute. Then she says, “Wait. What happened to the snacks?”
I bark out a laugh. “We can totally eat them.”
Rhett wheezes against the pillow. “They’re probably still on the dresser.”
She groans. “Tonight waswild.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, tracing a lazy circle on her hip. “It really fucking was.”
