Page 92 of Her Possessive Daddies

Abbie’s moans grow louder, her body shaking as she comes undone. She pulls back, gasping for air, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Corey,” she whimpers, her voice breaking.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hand still moving. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

I can’t take it anymore. I sit up, grabbing her and pulling her onto me. She cries out, her hands gripping my thighs as I thrust into her, my pace relentless.

Corey watches us, his hand moving over his own cock as he strokes himself. “You two look good together,” he says, his voice strained. “But don’t forget about me.”

Abbie turns her head, her lips finding his in a heated kiss. “Never,” she murmurs against his mouth. “I’ll never forget about you.”

Her body is trembling as she gets closer to the edge. “Come on, Abbie,” I urge, my voice rough.

She does, her body convulsing as she comes, her nails digging into my skin. I follow her over the edge, my release hitting me like a tidal wave. “Fuck,” I mutter, my head falling back as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

Corey groans, his hand moving faster as he watches us. “You two are going to be the death of me,” he mutters, his release spilling over his hand.

Abbie collapses against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I think I need a nap,” she murmurs, her voice muffled against my chest.

I chuckle, running my fingers through her hair. “You earned it, sweetheart.”

“Not so fast, Abs. My turn,” Donovan says, standing from the chair, his grin wicked.

Abbie’s eyes widen, but she didn’t hesitate. “Bring it on,” she said, her voice breathless but confident.

Corey laughs, pulling her into his arms. “You’re something else, you know that?”

She grinned, her cheeks flushed. “I’m just getting started.”

47

DONOVAN

Istand up and move over to the bed, my eyes dark with desire. "I’ve waited long enough," I growl, my hands gripping Abbie’s hips as she straddles me, her chest pressed against mine. Corey’s lips are on her neck, biting and sucking gently, and Seth’s moved aside, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh, but her eyes stay locked on mine. The room feels like it’s shrinking, the air thick with the sound of her breathing and the low hum of desire.

She’s arching into me, her chest heaving as Corey’s hands slide down her arms, pinning them at her sides. "You're strong enough for all of us," he murmurs into her ear, his voice rough, and I swear I feel her shiver.

"Look at me," I command, and her eyes flick up, glazed but focused. "You’re mine now." My hands move to her breasts, and she whimpers, her head falling back against Corey’s shoulder. Seth’s fingers are between her legs now, working her slowly, and I feel her thighs trembling around me.

"Donovan," she gasps, and the way she says my name—like it’s a plea and a curse all at once—almost undoes me. But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.

"Corey," I nod toward Seth, and Corey pulls back, his hands leaving her skin reluctantly. Seth steps in, his fingers still stroking her, and leans down to kiss her deeply. I watch as she moans into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, and I can’t take it anymore.

I flip her onto her back, and she’s breathless, her chest rising as I hover over her. "You're gonna take all of me," I say again, and she nods, her lips parting as if she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the chance. I’m inside her in one swift motion, and she cries out, her nails digging into my upper arms as her legs wrap around me, gripping me tightly.

Seth’s hand is back between her legs, his fingers working in time with my thrusts, and Corey’s mouth is on her neck again, biting and sucking. The room is filled with the sound of her moans, my grunts, the slick, wet rhythm of us moving together. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I revel in the sensation as her muscles clench around me.

"Donovan," she pants, her voice breaking, and I know she’s close. Her hips are rolling against mine, her breath coming in short, desperate cries. Seth’s fingers slide away as Corey takes over, his mouth trailing down her body, and then she’s screaming, her back arching off the bed as she comes apart beneath me.

I’m right there with her, my own release coursing through me as I lean forward and bury my face in her neck, her name a growl against her hot, sweaty skin.

For a moment, the only sound is our breathing, ragged and uneven, and then Corey laughs—a low, satisfied chuckle that echoes through the room. "Shit," he says, his voice rough, "I’d say that was worth the wait."

Abbie emits a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "You’re all going to kill me," she murmurs, and I grin.

"Not yet," I say. "We’re just getting started."

I lean over her, my breath hot against her ear. “Flip over,” I say, my voice a rough command. She hesitates for a split second, her eyes wide, but then she nods, rolling onto her stomach. Her back arches as she settles onto her knees, and I have to run my hands down the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

“This might hurt at first,” I warn her, my fingers tracing the swell of her ass. “But if you trust me, I’ll make it good for you.”

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