Page 60 of Inked Daddies

I hook my hands beneath her shoulders and use the leverage to get as deep as I possibly can, bottoming out, relishing the way she shudders on my cock. She’s close. I can feel it.

Hugo wraps a fist in her hair, pulling it to the side so he can see her face. “That’s it, love. You will come for him.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Sam leans down and brushes his thumb across her bottom lip. “Feels good, don’t it, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He smiles a little, eyes locked on hers. “You want us all, ain’t that right?”

She trembles as her pussy clamps down on me, her tiny fists balling the sheets. She can’t speak. She’s right on that edge.

I don’t let up. I lick the sweat from her neck right as I feel her throb inside, and she lets out a primal scream when she comes on me. As she’s coming, I roll us over again so she’s on top of me, only this time, I wrap my arms around her writhing body. She’s coming and jerking and whimpering, helpless to what’s happening inside of her right now.

Hugo reaches between her thighs for her clit, and Sam sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, and all she can do is take it. Every sensation, every scene, three men determined to make her come hard and often. She’s a feast for us to devour, and we will. As many times as we can.

But by her fourth orgasm, she’s begging, “Please.”

“Please what?” I hiss. I’m on an edge of my own. There’s only so much a man can take.

“Need to…feel you…come in me.”

Oh, fuck, that’s all I needed to hear. My balls draw up with that tight pleasure, and the next thing I know, I’m coming so hard I can’t breathe. A bellow roars out of me, harsh and deep.

Marry me.

I don’t say the words, but I want to, and that should scare me, but it don’t. The thought is as natural as breathing. I want this every night for the rest of my life.

When it finally ends—or slows, at least—the air sizzles. My muscles tremble from the electricity that still crackles through them. Marie lies between us, hair damp with sweat, face flushed. Sam strokes a hand down her back, and Hugo presses a light kissto her temple. I nestle in, half-limp from the intense rush, but a spark of adrenaline still hums in my veins.

Everything goes quiet after a while. Normally, I’d crack a joke by now. But if I listen closely, I hear the thump of my own heart, each beat chanting an unthinkable phrase:I love you, I love you, I love you.

My mouth almost forms the words, but if I say it, there’s no going back. And if she doesn’t return it, how do I handle that?

And what would Sam and Hugo do?

I shift on the bed, letting out a slow breath. Marie notices my tension and peers up at me, those lovely eyes soft with concern. “Trick?” she asks, voice still husky from the aftershocks. “Everything okay?”

“I love you.” It doesn’t come out, but I think it real loud. The old me—the one that cracks jokes to deflect—barks an internal order:Don’t fuck this up yet.

Instead, I force a grin. “Better than okay, baby girl,” I manage, letting my fingers brush her cheek.

She might press me about what I didn’t say if she had the energy, but we’re both too drained to handle a conversation now. I lean down, planting a soft kiss on her temple. She exhales, tension leaving her body in a gentle sigh.

Sam slides an arm around her waist, drawing her into a half embrace. Hugo’s at her other side, angled so he can watch the three of us with that quiet expression of his. I suspect he’s aware I’m on the verge of something big, but he doesn’t push it. Hugo’s always known when to give me space.

We lie there, sweat cooling on our skin, the sheets wrapped around our legs. The thought keeps springing up. I shove it down with a mental grunt. The second I say it, our entire world changes. I’m not sure if I’m ready, or if I’ll ever be. But it’s there, burning.

Time slides away as I watch her breathe. Sam murmurs something low, perhaps telling Hugo they should get some water or check if the door is locked. I can’t be sure. My head spins with the thought that we’re forging something that might last forever or break us if we’re not careful.

Eventually, Marie drifts off to a half-sleep, her body slumped in that in-between place of exhaustion and contentment. Sam quietly excuses himself to use the bathroom. Hugo yawns, rolling to the other side, maybe rummaging for a spare blanket. I remain propped on one elbow, my gaze drifting over Marie’s peaceful face. I never thought I’d feel so strongly about one person, let alone three. But that’s how life goes, I guess.

A thought steals into my mind like a ninja:Marry me.I freeze, blinking. Did I really just think that, this long after sex? It’s one thing to think it in the heat of the moment, but now? I swallow, a wave of heat rolling up my neck.

Marriage?

The idea should terrify me, but it doesn’t. It feels…oddly right.

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