Page 58 of Inked Daddies

Next thing I know, though, Trick’s hand slides up her thigh and under her dress, and just seeing that, I can’t hold on anymore.

I pull out, and bless her, she follows, trying to keep my cock in her mouth. “I’m done waiting.” I give her a little push backward, and she bounces on the bed, giggling.

Damn that sound.

I flip her dress up, snatch her panties off of her, and find her glistening already. This girl was made for us. I toss my T-shirt overhead, shove my jeans off, and yank her to the edge of the bed with me between her legs. Her dress is still on, and I can’t wait to get it off.

I notch myself at her entrance, and mindless instinct takes over. She feels too good, too wet. My cock died and went to Heaven. I thrust home halfway, unable to stop myself. She groans, arching her back off the bed, and right as she does, Trick kisses her. She clutches at him to pull him closer.

She doesn’t see a naked Hugo sneaking up on her other side, but when he puts her hand on his cock, she strokes him. There’s no hesitation, no jumpiness about feeling someone suddenly there. She moans into Trick’s mouth as I fuck her harder, and grips Hugo’s cock to get him going.

This is what I’ve wanted for so fucking long. A woman who gets us. One who understands we’re a package deal, and not only understands it, but wants everything that goes along with that. She’s no innocent, no matter how much I tried to think of her that way.

Marie is in this as much as we are.

She winds her hips on me, meeting me stroke for stroke until Trick trades kissing for a blow job. When he’s in her throat, she looks at me, and I could come right then and there, but I wait. I want to feel her come first. I need that.

She chokes on Trick with tears springing from her eyes, but keeps going. Such a fucking trooper.

“My turn,” Hugo grumbles, and it’s two seconds before she turns and takes him into her throat. He growls in French as he fucks her face.

Trick takes it upon himself to strip her bare, cutting the fabric from her body while she’s distracted by me and Hugo. Not sure she’ll be happy about that, but she’ll get over it.

Right now, I don’t think she cares. Her soft body tenses, and her sounds get more heightened. Her little pussy pulses on me, so I reach down for her clit to make it even better. She yelps on Hugo’s cock and pulls off of him to breathe. Her whimpers send me to the edge with her. “Mm, oh fuck, Sam, I’m?—”

“Come on my cock, baby,” I growl, too far gone to sound nice.

Her whole body goes tight as a scream peals out of her. I grab her hips and slam deep before I remember to pull out. The moment I start to, her legs latch around me, forcing me to stay in. “Baby, I?—”

“It’s okay. I’m good,” she whines, clenching tighter around me. “Come inside of me!”

Pleasure erupts so hard it’s almost pain. My legs buckle, but I force myself to stay on my feet as every bit of life shoots out of me and into her. For a moment, there’s nothing else in the world but my orgasm, and then every muscle in me goes limp and I narrowly avoid collapsing on her by shooting my arms out to land next to her shoulders, staring into her wide brown eyes.

She pulls me down on top of her those last few inches, kissing me so hard I might never recover. I don’t know how long we’re tangled together—minutes, hours, seconds, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that it’sright.

She’s not a mistake. She’s not something to run from. She’sours.My heart pounds harder than it should, and I know one thing for certain.

I love her. I don’t know when it happened—if it was the day she came back to town or the moment she stepped into our shop the night I gave her the tattoo.

But I love her. And I’m done pretending I don’t.

24

TRICK

I’m not exactlya man known for restraint.

I never have been, not in the field and sure as hell not in my personal life. The way I see it, the clock’s always ticking. You never know when your number’s gonna be up. Why waste precious time overthinking every little detail when you could be living instead?

Still, there’s a line between living recklessly and living with intention. Tonight—if I’m being honest—I’m tiptoeing that line. Every time my gaze lands on Marie, my pulse spikes, and the logical part of my brain tries to remind me of all the reasons this might be a terrible idea. But then there’s my heart, my gut, my body, telling me that she’s the best damn idea I’ve ever had.

She’s across the room now, perched on the edge of the bed. I saythebed, but it’s more likeourbed—at least for tonight. The sheets are already a mess from round one, and we’re gearing up for round two.

Normally, I’d be bouncing off the walls by now, throwing out jokes and teasing Sam or Hugo until they roll their eyes. Butthere’s something different in the air this evening that has my heart beating faster than usual.

It’s not lust. It’s something more. I don’t know what it is—I’m not good with words like Hugo, or smart like Sam. But I know what I feel, and right now, everything I feel is about Marie. I see it on them too. They way they are with her, the way they look at her.

Tonight is different. Important. It means something that she came back, and it means something that we’re here together in this moment.

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