Page 96 of Shootout Daddies
His jaw ticks. “Say it.”
“I like it,” she gasps. “I like it when all of you—oh my god?—”
Hunter drives his fingers deeper, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
Her voice is a wreck. “I like it when you use me.”
Landon groans, his cock twitching in her hand.
We move without speaking. Years of rhythm with Hunter, instinct sharpening between us all now. I slide back into her mouth, her throat working to take me deeper while Hunter roughly licks her, keeping her teetering on the edge.
Landon strokes himself once, then lets her fist do the work, his eyes burning as he watches her choke down on me.
The sounds filling the room are obscene—Hunter’s slurping, her gagged whimpers, the slick glide of her hand on Landon’s cock.
She breaks first. Her body jolts, thighs snapping shut on Hunter’s head, a scream muffled around me as she squirts. The wet gush spills across Hunter’s chin, soaking the sheets beneath her.
“Fuck yes,” Hunter groans, pulling back to lap at the mess. “That’s my girl. Look at that.”
I yank free from her mouth, stroking my spit-slick cock as I watch her tremble apart. Landon curses, low and guttural, spilling hot across her knuckles when her grip tightens at the same time.
Her body sags into the mattress, shuddering, gasping like she’s drowning.
I crawl up over her, kiss her mouth, tasting myself there. She whimpers against me, exhausted but still hungry.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “Taking us so well.”
Hunter flops onto the bed beside her, grinning wolfishly, his face drenched, his cock hard and aching against his stomach. “Round two?”
Landon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s the one who’s tasted her. His gray eyes flick to me, then back to her. “She can take it.”
I press my forehead to hers, the praise spilling out before I can stop it. “So perfect. Ours.”
Her lashes flutter, her lips parting on a soft, broken sound.
She’s still trembling when I kiss her again, her lips swollen, slick with me. Her thighs twitch, wet still pouring out of her, soaking the sheets. Hunter wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins like the devil himself, his chin shining with her.
“She’s ready,” he says, voice rough. “Look at her—wrecked already, and we’ve barely started.”
Landon is standing stiff, his cock somehow still thick and hard, twitching in his fist as he stares at her. His jaw is locked, but the heat in his eyes is molten.
I brush her hair back from her damp forehead. “Sweetheart, you good?”
She whimpers, nodding, eyes half-lidded. “More,” she whispers. “Please.”
Fuck.
Hunter shoots me a glance, that little grin curling at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll go first. She needs a good stretch before you two get in line.”
I laugh low, breathless. “Cocky as hell.”
“Confident,” he counters, already shifting between her thighs. He grabs the condom I tossed on the sheets, rips it open with his teeth, and rolls it on.
Ivy’s still catching her breath, but her hips lift weakly as Hunter lines himself up. His palm presses firm against her stomach as he thrusts in slow—inch by inch, filling her deep.
Her gasp is sharp, almost pained, then melts into a moan so soft it shoots straight to my cock.
“Fuck yes,” Hunter groans, bottoming out, his face twisting with the sheer relief of being inside her. “Tight as ever. Damn, baby.”
