Page 37 of Inked Daddies

They swap positions, with Hugo all the while still working on my tits. Teeth, lips, tongue, stubble, fingers, nails, whatever he wants like I’m his buffet. He appears quite content there, and I’m not complaining.

When Trick kisses me, he tastes like me. Something about that works for me. It’s like I’ve marked my territory. “Miss me, gorgeous?”

He’s such an ass, but it makes me giggle right before I pull him down for another kiss.

And then Sam is there. Touching me, stroking me, playing with me until he figures out what makes me purr into Trick’s mouth. His tongue and fingers slide around my wetness in different ways from Trick, and I can’t predict it. But I like it. He kisses the inside of my knee as he stands. “Marie.”

I glance up at him.

“You’re sure you want this.” It’s not a question.

But I nod anyway.

“Say it.”

A few nights ago, that phrase meant admitting my defeat to Crow. But tonight, I’m not defeated. Tonight, I’ve won.

“I want this. All of this. All of you.”

He peels off his T-shirt, revealing lean muscles and tattoos I’ve never seen on him. I knew about his sleeves, but he’s always had a shirt on around me. One of the tattoos looks like a crest of some kind, right over his heart. He kicks off his boots and unbuttons his jeans. Slowly.

Giving me enough time to back out. Or is he teasing me? I can’t tell.

As the jeans come down, something shiny sits at the base of his cock. A pubic piercing. I’ve only seen them online when researching for one of my books. Funny. I always thought it’d be Hugo who had one of those.

He’s naked now, erect and muscular and standing between my thighs. “Tell me again.”

“I want you, Sam. Don’t make me beg.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He takes the head of his cock and rubs me up and down, getting himself wet with me.

Hugo pauses at my breast, watching, while Trick whispers in my ear, “It won’t hurt.”

That’s the last thing on my mind right now. I know it won’t hurt—I have a toy collection that’s opened me up, and even if I didn’t,I wouldn’t be worried about the pain. I’m the wettest I’ve ever been.

Sam’s dark eyes meet mine as he rolls his hips, entering me just a little. Just enough for me to feel him there. He backs up and rolls forward again, a fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch. I’m shaking, unable to speak or beg him to slide all the way in already. More and more of him fills me up, and my moans are so loud I don’t hear anything else. There’s no pain. Familiar pressure builds inside of me, and I dig my nails into Trick’s arm to brace myself for more, and then I feel it.

The piercing.

It’s right on my clit.

Sam is deep, so deep my eyes roll back. He dips down for a kiss, and for a moment it’s just the two of us. Linked in a primal moment, our bodies sliding together.

He leans back again, hands on my knees, but still just as deep. I have never felt this full. None of my toys are as big as Sam. “Marie, baby, fuck, you feel good.”

“I think she’s close, Sam,” Hugo notes.

“I know.” He lets out this animal sound like a groan and a growl together. “I can feel her locking up on me.”

Hugo reaches for my clit, and I see stars. He smiles down at me. “Does that feel good, love? His fat cock in you while I touch you?”

“Yes.” The word comes out in a hiss. I’m so close I might die when I come.

“That’s it, baby,” Sam says. “You’re taking this cock so good.”

I’m right there?—

“Just let go,” Trick whispers right before he kisses me.

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