Page 36 of Inked Daddies

Each of them laugh and continue. Sam kisses me as he draws my dress down my shoulder. Hugo traces the lines on my dress over my stomach, like he’s got all the time in the world. Trick’s naughty hand moves my underwear aside and touches my bare skin.

He groans, “Fuck, you guys, she’s so wet?—”

“That’s good, right?” I ask, half-mortified.

He takes his finger away from me, and it shines in the low light of the shop. Then, he licks it. His eyes close in what can only be described as reverence. “That’s amazing. Not just good.” Those piercing blues open and the man looks like he’s starving. “I need a taste from the source.”

My heart kicks up. I have no words. All I do is nod.

His smile turns predatory as he reaches beneath the chair. All of a sudden, it moves. I didn’t pay attention to the design of the chair before, but the leg cushions aren’t one piece—it’s two pieces, one under each leg—and as he presses the button, my legs spread apart just enough to accommodate someone between them.

I let them.

Trick steps between my thighs and ducks beneath my dress. “You won’t be needing these,” he says before he rips my underwear apart and drags it off. I am completely exposed to him there.

Again.

He sighs, “Fuck.” It’s the only warning I get before he kisses me there. It makes me shiver. Sam and Hugo are watching this play out, each of them amused. Trick’s fingers drag up and down my pussy, and just as I get used to the movement, he latches onto my clit with his lips. Soft, save for a hint of stubble. I cry out, still adjusting to all the new sensations, and I have the urge to grab his head.

I’d go for his hair, but it’s buzzed short.

“There is more I need to see,” Hugo says as his hand travels from my stomach to the buttons on my dress, flicking them open until I’m exposed, covered in nothing but my bra and Trick. Hugo smirks, catching that my bra is a front-closure, and he flicks it open too, laying me bare.

Last night was the first time I was naked in front of a man, and here I am adding two more to the list of people who have seen me naked. What the hell am I doing?

“Marie?” Sam says.

Trick’s finger slowly works its way into me, and I want to rock myself against it the way I do with my vibrator. And then I feel something hard and small against my clit that makes my whole body go tight. The tongue ring, oh God. It’s all but impossible to answer Sam, but I manage a weak “Yes?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

The compliment hits right as Trick adds another finger inside of me, and I gasp. He grunts, “She’s so fucking tight, guys. We gotta take our time.”

“I’m in no rush,” Hugo says, right before he takes my nipple into his teeth.

Pleasure arcs through me from Hugo’s tongue to Trick’s fingers, and I’m on the edge of something big. What that is? I don’t know. It feels bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced. My back arches, and Sam’s there to catch me with his lips, hot and hungry on mine. When Trick sucks on my clit along with everything else, I’m sure I’ve died and landed in heaven.

It’s not an orgasm. It’s something else, nameless and blissful.

But then he hits that spot that I can reach only with certain toys, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’m so close.

Sam murmurs in my ear, “Have you ever done this before?”

I shake my head. I don’t know if he’ll stop because I said I was a virgin, but I will always be honest with them.

“Do you want to keep going?”

I nod.

“Who do you want to be first?”

Can’t use a head gesture for that. I bite my lip, ready to burst, trying to remember what words are again, because they’ve made me forget everything but this sensation. I’m throbbing too hard, so my words choke out. “Don’t know…want you…all of you. Everywhere.”

His chest heaves as his eyes go somehow darker. “Trick. My turn.”

Trick peeks up at us from between my thighs. “Fair enough.” He licks the inside of my thigh. “But I gotta warn you. She’s addictive.”

“No doubt.”

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