Page 59 of Inked Daddies

She lifts her head, her dark hair spilling in waves around her shoulders. There’s a faint flush on her cheeks, the same flush she gets whenever she’s flustered or excited or both. I should probably crack something wise—lighten the mood, keep things breezy—but the words get stuck in my throat.

I don’t feel particularly breezy. I feel like the floor’s dropped out from under me.

Tonight, if I’m not careful, I might blurt out the words I’ve never said to anyone before. That’s how twisted up I am over her. Nothing shuts my brain off like the way she tastes.

One day, she’ll wake up and realize we aren’t smart enough or good enough for her. But tonight is not that day.

The next round is calling, and if there’s something I know how to do—besides talk a mile a minute—it’s how to let the moment sweep me away. Just like a fight, sex can fill the space with its own importance.

Marie’s eyes flash with excitement and warmth, making my chest ache in ways I can’t explain. Sam and Hugo hover nearby,leaning against the walls, exchanging silent glances. They’re waiting for me to make a move, or maybe they’re just as charged by whatever this is as I am.

I cross the room, each step sending a jolt of anticipation through my veins. Marie tilts her head, and a soft smile tugs at her lips. My mouth goes dry. This is happening—again. With me, Sam, Hugo, and her. This is round two, yes, but it feels bigger, weightier, more like a puzzle piece slipping into place.

That’s what Marie is, I realize just before reaching her. She’s the piece we’ve been missing. I’m dopey, she’s perfect, Sam’s stoic, Hugo’s mysterious, but we fit. That’s the wild part. We shouldn’t, but we do.

“Hey,” I say, voice quieter than usual, my typical bravado muted by the moment.

“Hey,” she echoes, biting her lip.

From behind me, I hear Hugo murmur something low in French—probably something about how beautiful this is. Sam is still, watchful. We slip into each other’s arms, and the second round begins, but it’s not just about raw lust. This is deeper.

It starts in a haze of touches, gasps, whispered curses that edge my throat. I’m too busy drowning in the sensation of Marie’s skin pressed against mine to do more than grunt or moan, letting Sam and Hugo slip in and out of my peripheral vision. Their presence isn’t a barrier. It’s a reassurance. We’re all here, and we’re all in this together.

I pull her onto my lap, facing them. The view from behind her is one for the record books. That big ass, the way her dark hair bounces down her back, fuck, this woman is perfection. Sheeases onto my cock, one wet inch at a time, until we’re both shaking.

Sam reaches down to play with her tits as she slowly starts to ride me. This angle is new for her, so she’s taking her time, and it’s absolutely killing me. I’m doing my best not to be in control—she’s still pretty new to sex, and I don’t want to scare her off—but all I wanna do is grab her hips and take over.

Fuck it.

I grab her hips and take over, rolling myself up and deeper into her. All she has to do is let me have control, and that’s exactly what she does. I sit up and whisper in her ear, “You’re such a fucking good girl, you know that?”

She whimpers, “I’m not.”

“No? Prove it.”

I can’t see what she does, but I fucking feel it. This little minx’s fingernails gently claw up my balls, and I inhale swiftly through my teeth from the electric sensation.

She purrs, “See? I’m not a good girl.”

“You’re a fucking naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Know what happens to naughty girls?”

“Same thing that happens to good girls, so what’s the point of being good when naughty is so much more fun?”

I laugh sharply and roll us to get her on her hands and knees for me. We end up near the other edge of the bed, and the guysgrumble about me stealing her all for myself as they follow us there. But for the moment, that’s exactly what I want.

Her. All for myself, for the next few breaths.

I cover her with me, leaning onto her back until she’s forced to flatten to the bed with me plunged deep inside of her sweet little pussy. I take her wrists and spread them as wide as they’ll go, and I hold her there as I nuzzle her silken neck. “You’re right, baby. You can be good or naughty, and you’ll still get what you want from me. And do you know why?”

She gasps, “Why?”

“Because I’ll give you everything.” I thrust hard and deep, earning a breathy moan from the depths of her soul. It’s true. Right now, living inside of her, I’d give her anything she wanted.

Because I want everything from her.

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