Page 45 of Breakaway Daddies

He amplifies the assault, his fingers pummeling me with the same ferocity as his cock would, and I’m ascending, soaring, until I shatter, screaming my release, collapsing in a torrent of euphoria.

Bruno, still feverish and hungry, devours me, his tongue lapping up every last drop. The feeling of his hands on my hips as he eats me out, his tongue flicking against my clit and making me tremble and yelp as he goes at me as if I taste like candy.

Then, Bruno falls away as Rowan takes his place in front of me. He growls, “Look at that gorgeous little pussy.”

His huge dick plunges into me, filling me completely. I gasp sharply, his size overwhelming, stretching me more than any other man ever has.

Pregnancy has turned my hormones into a raging inferno, and I crave him, all of them, with an insatiable hunger. “I want you all, all at once, inside me,” I demand, my voice a raw, desperate plea. I’m consumed by a relentless need for each of them, aching to be claimed entirely, in all ways.

They comply with urgent ferocity, flipping me over, my hips jerked high into the air. Rowan positions himself beneath me, his cock still buried deep within my drenched pussy. Thomas stands in front of me, his cock flopping in my face as I take it deep within my throat.

For Bruno, I’ve saved the most sensitive of areas.

I feel him, with a deep, sensual pang of pain that soon relaxes away into carnal bliss. He mounts me from behind, his dick deep in my ass as I cry out in pleasure around Thomas’s dick nearly gagging me.

They move inside me together, in unison—when one pulls, the other pushes, and I feel myself reaching that height over and over again, seemingly with each movement.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet,” Rowan groans beneath me, pounding me from below, his cock rocking into me and nearly making me see stars.

The feeling of Bruno’s thick cock in my ass is mind-numbing, earth-shattering. The way he moves within me, the feeling of him pulling me apart from the inside, the way he and Rowan are using me up, it’s all too much.

And yet still, it’s too soft, too gentle.

“Be rough with me,” I moan, looking back at Bruno before flicking my gaze at Thomas and Rowan as well. “I want you to fuck me, hard. Like you paid for me, dammit.”

As soon as my words leave my lips, I feel a pang of nervousness flood through me. Could I handle telling that to three huge pro-hockey players?

Would I survive this night?

“Oh, you want it rough, huh?” Bruno growls as his hands snatch my shoulders, and instantly I feel him drill into me harder, eliciting a full-on cry of pleasure from me—a sound that surprises me.

It’s almost too much, the way he’s filling up my ass, peeling me apart. Thomas’s hands take up my hair before both his hands cradle the back of my head from behind my ears, slamming my face into him as he thrusts his dick down my throat.

Tears form in my eyes and I love it, feeling my pussy swell and pulse with joy.

“Fuck her, Bruno,” Rowan instigates from below. “Fuck her hard, make her come on my dick again!”

Finally, I feel like they’re actually using me like I should be used.

Thomas looks down at me, cupping my face up towards him. His voice is low and quiet, but the words he’s saying are anything but.

“Are you going to swallow my come? Every last drop like a good little girl? Take that fucking cock down your throat you little fucking whore.”

“More,” I sigh, taking a gasp of air. “I love it. More, please! Fuck me hard until you all come!”

Rowan’s lips and teeth pull at my tits, hard, as I feel him and Bruno pound me like no one else before. Over and over, they bring me to climax, until they can’t hold off any longer themselves.

First is Rowan. I feel him build beneath me until he finally comes, plunging himself inside of me and filling up my pussy like a cream donut. His orgasm sets off Bruno, who comes as soon as Rowan finishes, both of their throbbing cocks sending me into another wave of pleasure.

Watching those two come finally brings Thomas to his end, filling my mouth with his salty come until I swallow every drop. I playfully stick my tongue out at him, and he cups his hand beneath my jaw.

“What a good girl we have,” he says, looking me dead in my eyes.

“Shower?” I ask, looking to them all.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bruno says, and they all follow me into the bathroom.

The bathroom fills with steam as I turn the shower to a nice, warm setting. We stumble in together, a tangle of limbs and desire, the water cascading over our bodies.

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