Page 38 of Her Possessive Daddies

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. My body is on fire, every nerve ending ablaze from Seth’s earlier attention. I can still feel the ghost of his tongue, the way he’d made me come undone with just his mouth. And now Corey is here, his body pressing into mine, his cock hard and insistent against my thigh.

“Jesus,” he growls, and the words send a shiver up and down my spine. He shifts, his hand guiding himself to my entrance, and I hold my breath, anticipation coiling low in my belly.

“Fuck,” Seth groans from the chair, his hand moving faster over his cock. “She’s so wet for you. Look at her. She's dripping."

Corey’s eyes flick to Seth, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I know,” he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

He pushes into me, slow and deliberate, and I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He’s huge, so much bigger than I’m used to, and the stretch is almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop. I want all of him, every inch, every thrust.

“That’s it,” Corey murmurs, his hips rolling against mine. “Open for me, baby. You can handle it.”

I whimper, my body adjusting to him, the fullness overwhelming but so, so good. My hands slide down his back, feeling the muscles flex as he moves, and I pull him closer, wanting more, needing more.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his pace picking up, his thrusts deeper, harder. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

Seth’s moans grow louder, his hand working furiously over his cock, and I look over at him, his eyes locked on us, his lips parted in pleasure. The sight of him, so turned on by watching us, sends a jolt of heat through me, and I moan, my hips lifting to meet Corey’s thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice teasing. “You like him watching us? You like watching him come?”

I nod, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” I manage to choke out, my voice sounding strangled.

“Good,” Corey says, his hand sliding down to my clit, his fingers rubbing in tight, quick circles. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

His gravelly voice sends a wave of pleasure crashing over me, and I cry out, my body tightening around him as I come, my vision blurring into white at the edges. Corey groans, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he’s coming too, his body shuddering against mine.

Seth’s moans reach a crescendo, and I glance over just in time to see him come, his hand stilling as he spills over his fist. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Corey collapses beside me, his arm slinging over my waist, and I turn my head to look at him, my heart still racing. He smiles, his fingers trailing down my face.

“Oh my god,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

“Told you you could handle it,” he says, his voice smug but affectionate.

I laugh, the sound shaky but genuine, and lean into him, my body still humming with pleasure. Seth chuckles from the chair, and I steel a glance at him, his eyes meeting mine with a look that’s equal parts amusement and desire.

"Fuck, Abbie. You sure you've never done this before?", he says, a sexy grin lighting up his face.

I grin shyly. "You two are my trial run."

The room is quiet now, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the penthouse settling. I’m lying in the middle of Seth’s massive bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what just happened. My mind is a whirlwind, equal parts disbelief and exhilaration. Did that really just happen? Did I really just…?

Corey leans over me. His touch is gentle, almost tender, which feels strange after the intensity of the last hour. “You okay?” he asks, his voice low, his blue eyes searching mine.

I nod, my throat dry. “Yeah. I’m… yeah.”

He smirks, that confident, almost cocky smirk that causes my stomach to flip. “Good. You were great, honey.”

Seth chuckles from the foot of the bed, pulling on his pants. “You’re a natural.”

I feel my cheeks flush, and I pull the sheet up to cover myself, suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t know about that,” I mumble, not sure what to do with myself right now.

Corey leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Get some rest, okay? We’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”

I nod again, watching as he stands and grabs his shirt from the floor. Seth gives me a wink before following Corey out of the room, closing the door softly behind them.

Alone now, I let out a shaky breath and sink back into the pillows. My body feels like it’s been through a marathon, every muscle loose and relaxed, but my mind is racing. What the hell just happened? I’ve never done anything like that before. Never even thought about it. But now… now I can’t stop thinking about it.

I roll onto my side, staring at the closed door. My heart is still pounding, and I can’t tell if it’s from the adrenaline or the lingering thrill of what just happened. I’ve always been so… vanilla. Chandler and I had a routine, predictable and safe. But this? This was anything but safe. It was wild, intense, and so far out of my comfort zone I’m not sure I’ll ever find my way back.

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