Page 153 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“D-Daddy, I’ll behave,” I plead, but I can’t get out of this.

It’s too late for that.

“That douche doesn’t value you the way I do, baby girl. That’s why I’m going to punish you, so when he dares try that stunt again, you’ll remember the radius of my cock inside your tight pussy,” he roars and slams into me in one swift movement.

I gasp at the way he stretches me perfectly, his fullness making my toes curl. My nails dig into his flesh, my breath uneven, while I watch his honeycomb eyes, which seem to glow with bits of dancing flames and the moonlight coming from the balcony.

My Maddox is so damn handsome when he’s mad.

“Fuck,” he curses as he tries to catch his breath. He’s panting, and we haven’t gotten moving yet.

“I’ve missed this tight pussy for weeks. Depriving your Daddy with want because you’re busy,” he grumbles against my lips. “Now, you’re going to take a pounding while Damien watches and taunts you any way he pleases.”

The anticipation is unmeasurable.

His stillness drags on despite Maddox’s words, and my possessive Daddy isn’t moving either.

On purpose.

Waiting for me to beg for his movement.

It makes me stubbornly stare back at Maddox, knowing well he’s the leader of this sexual ride. Rewarding me with the devilish grin that has my pussy pulsing around his thick shaft, he decides to remind me who’s in charge.

“Someone has to teach you about patience,” he finally voices and looks proud with how he grinds my gears without doing anything.

Our staring match is interrupted when Damien holds my chin and encourages my head to move to my left. His face is just an inch away, his eyes scanning my face before he moves closer.

“How bad does our baby want it?” he whispered.

Fuck.

I can hold off with Maddox, but there’s something about Damien that makes me cave and want to be completely submissive to him.

“Bad,” I whimper and bite my bottom lip.

He watches every movement with precision as his lips tease mine, giving me the softest kiss.

“Speak louder, Jagiya,” he groans. “You don’t know how hard we get when you use that voice of yours to ask what you want.”

His hand drops from my chin, giving me the chance to look back at Maddox, who’s been quietly watching our interaction. His expression is hard to decipher, but I feel in my gut he likes this.

We’re inching closer to what we want.

“Please Daddy,” I use a firm voice and keep our eye contact. “I want to be punished. Teach me a lesson, so I’ll never wear the wrong jersey again.”

“Fucking love when you ask for what you want,” he growls with praise.

Then he’s moving, fast and hard, rocking deeply in and out of me while I dangle like a weightless doll. The position is so fucking perfect—the angle, the heat, the multiple sensations rushing through me down to my very core. I don’t think I can last long, having missed Maddox’s pierced shaft for weeks.

“Faster, Daddy,” I pant between breaths and moans.

My head is turned to the side once more, crushing lips muffling my moans. I arch my back at the pinching pain of my left nipple before pleasure ignites from the way he fondles my breast.

“Damien,” I moan when I gasp for breath, breaking the kiss, but he reclaims them not a second later before a hand rubs my bouncing ass.

My pussy is strangling Maddox’s cock at the idea of Damien slamming my ass, and it only gets tighter when he fulfills what I want by slapping my ass. It’s not as harsh as Maddox’s, but it gives the same effect of pain that blossoms into pleasure.

“Fuck, again!” I beg, feeling myself inch closer with every thrust. Struggling to keep gripping Maddox’s shoulders, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing us together while Damien trails kisses along my shoulder.

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