Page 38 of Inked Daddies

I erupt on them, crying out in Trick’s mouth as I come all over Sam’s cock and Hugo’s fingers. My body rocks against it all, begging for every bit of pleasure I can wring from myself. From them. Sam says something, but I can’t hear him over my own sounds. When my lungs have emptied, I catch him chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

They don’t stop. They don’t let me stop either, not until this one is over.

Not until Sam picks up his pace and pulls out at the last second, coming on my stomach.

I gasp, trying to come back to earth, but one of them wipes me clean, and then Trick is between my legs. Naked. Of the three of them, he has the thickest build. His black snake tattoo is more than just a sleeve, apparently. It wraps around his body, big and detailed.

He isn’t as gentle as Sam at the start. He thrusts halfway in on the first go, but gives me a second to adjust to him before he pulls me off the chair and hoists me onto him with his hands supporting my ass and my legs around him.

“What are you doing? I’m too heavy?—”

“Bite your tongue. Or better yet, let me do it for you.” He bites, but only gets my lip. “You ain’t too heavy for a damn thing. Now let me work.” With that, he carries me from the tattoo chair to the leather couch, bouncing me on his cock the whole way there. This angle makes him deeper than Sam was, and when he sitsdown on the edge of the seat, my knees kiss the couch, giving me a hint of control.

Only a hint.

He juts his hips up, bouncing me on his dick until I can’t see straight. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close enough to kiss. My tits brush against his short chest hair, adding to the stimulation. Abruptly, he slows down, leaving me confused until I feel it.

Someone is behind me.

Hugo’s mischievous voice in my ear. “Do you think you could take two, love?”

“Wait your turn,” Trick taunts.

Panting, I whimper, “I don’t…not yet.”

“I like that you saidyet.”

With that, Trick bucks again, and it’s not a minute before I’m coming again. He snarls like a beast, I feel him swell inside of me, and that little bit extra of him triggers another one. My nails dig into his neck and shoulders, and I’m out of my mind with heat and ecstasy. He grips my hips and lifts, right before he comes in a huff.

He pants, “Fuck, that was close.”

Before I know what’s happening, someone else grabs my hips and pulls me off Trick, bending me over the back of the couch. Hugo lays on my back and murmurs, “My turn, love. I am done waiting.”

Hugo’s cock slides in from behind in one shot, filling me deeper still. He wraps a fist in my hair and pulls. Not enough to hurt,but enough to control me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but let this man fuck the hell out of me.

And I don’t want to do anything else.

Until Sam reappears at the other side of the couch. He’s hard again. “I want your mouth.”

I don’t have a chance to say anything before his cock breaches my lips. I suck him into my mouth, and he takes over from there. Hugo releases my hair, letting Sam weave his fingers into it to control my head for me. Instead of holding my hair, Hugo’s hand slides under my hip until he finds my clit, and I’m gone. I’m their helpless fuck puppet, and I fucking love it.

It’s not long before Trick is on my tits again, this time with his mouth. I can’t take more of this. It feels too good, too much. I’m caught in this moment with these men, and I never want it to end.

That’s the thought that sends me over the edge, a skyrocketing climax that makes me scream on Sam’s dick while Hugo pounds me raw. He curses in a language I don’t know, and then pulls out right before I feel something hot and wet on my ass.

Sam warns, “I’m coming down your throat, baby. Back off if you don’t want it.”

But I suck him deeper.

“Oh, fuck me,” he mutters right before he roars. His cum hits the back of my throat, and I almost choke, but I drink it down instead. Only a little dribbles out the corner of my mouth.

He kneels down, kissing me ragged like he never wants to stop.

Me either.

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SAM

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