Page 22 of Breakaway Daddies

I watch, mesmerized, as Jinx’s hand wraps around Thomas, her eyes never leaving mine. There’s something almost defiant in her gaze, a challenge I can’t look away from.

My breath hitches as she lowers her mouth, still grinding against me through our clothes.

“Fuck,” Rowan mutters, his hands trailing down her sides as he watches.

The sight of her like this—confident, uninhibited—makes my head swim. I’ve seen her determined as a physical therapist, fierce during practice, but this is different.

This is surrender and control all at once.

She pulls back, lips glistening. “Your turn,” she whispers to me, and I feel her fingers working at my jeans.

I should hesitate.

We’re teammates. We have a season ahead of us.

Coach would bench us all if he knew.

But when her hand finds me, warm and inviting, I feel myself melt against her touch. I watch as she continues to stroke Thomas with her right hand as she sucks my dick, taking me down her throat and swirling her tongue across my head with each pass.

I can’t help but thrust my hips toward her, feeling her take me deeper and deeper. I watch as her head bobs back and forth, the glistening spit coating her lip, the way her eyes look up at me like she wants more.

“You like that, don’t you?” I purr, my hand running through her luscious hair and pulling on it as I continue to pump into her face. “Let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”

Her moans are intoxicating as she gives me a greedy “mmhmm” in affirmation.

I stand over her as she’s draped on the couch next to Rowan, her mouth swallowing me whole. Thomas stands next to me, her pale hand stroking him.

Within moments her remaining free hand finds Rowan’s cock, wrapping around him too, and rubbing back and forth. Soon, the room is filled with our sighs and moans.

My hand falls to the back of her head as I feel her rock faster and faster, and with a gentle tug, she comes off of me with a giggle.

She switches between Rowan and me, tilting herself toward him and opening her wet lips wide. Her pink tongue grazes across the shaft of his throbbing cock, and the moment she takes him into her mouth I feel like I’m about to bust in her working hand.

Rowan’s head falls back and he moans as she swirls her mouth from the left to the right, pumping her hands back and forth across Thomas and me.

“Oh, fuck, Jinx.” Rowan sighs, thrusting his hips into her face.

“She loves that shit,” I groan.

“She really does, fuck. She’s so good at it, too…”

“Hey, I wanna try…” Thomas cuts in.

Jinx winks at Rowan as she switches him for Thomas, delightfully passing between each of us with her decadent skill. I can feel myself tingling at her grasp, coming so close, her mouth wrapped around my dick again, her hands across Rowan and Thomas’s cocks…

Jinx dislodges from me suddenly with a loudpopof broken suction.

“Edging you too close?” she asks, but her words are reduced to a yelp as I pull her across my lap and sit her down on my cock.

I love the way she sounds when she moans, feeling my dick fill her up as she takes Rowan into her mouth again and jacks Thomas off with her wet, pruning fingers. I pound her from below, watching her choke on Rowan with each thrust between us, and it’s not long before I feel myself edging close again.

“You want me to fill you up?” I ask, my hands clasping against her shapely ass cheeks.

“More!” she demands, her mouth coming off Rowan’s cock. “I want to fuck you all before this is over… You can all use me like the little fuckdoll I am.” Her pussy rides me, sliding up and down my dick, and I wonder how long I can manage.

“Ugh, fuck, Jinx, you can’t talk like that if you want me to…” I groan, when suddenly I see Thomas coming forward. I follow his lead, lifting Jinx up off of me and taking his place at her hand.

The smirk on Thomas’s face fills me with a different kind of pleasure, a writhing ping of simmering jealousy that drives my desire for Jinx even more. He turns her around, bringing her down to ride him backwards on the couch, her hands falling back to Rowan and me.

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