Page 93 of Her Possessive Daddies

She breathes shakily, nodding again, her face pressed into the mattress. “Do it,” she whispers, her voice rough with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

"Holy Christ," Corey breathes as he takes in the scene, visibly aroused by Abbie's willingness to try anything. It's all I can do to hold back long enough to make sure she comes.

Corey and Seth step back, their eyes locked on us, but they don’t say a word. The room is thick with arousal, the only sound the soft sound of skin on skin as they start to stroke themselves, their gazes heavy on us.

I position myself, spreading her backside wide open with one hand while the other works her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She gasps, her hips rocking slightly, and her body relaxes under my touch. “Easy,” I murmur, pressing against her entrance. “Breathe for me, baby.”

She does, moaning throatily as I enter her slowly, inch by inch. Her sharp intake of breath makes me pause, my hand still working her clit. “Good girl,” I growl, feeling her body adjust around me. “I knew you'd take me this way.”

Once I’m fully inside, I let her adjust for a moment, my fingers never stopping their rhythm on her clit. Her moans are soft at first, but they grow louder, more desperate as I start to move, my thrusts deep and steady.

“Donovan,” she gasps, her hands clawing at the sheets. “Oh God, don’t stop. Fuck me, fuck me…..”

I don’t stop. I can’t. The way she tightens around me, the way she whimpers my name, it’s fucking intoxicating. My fingers work faster, and I can feel her body tensing, her breath hitching as she teeters on the edge.

“Come for me,” I demand, my voice rough, my thrusts growing harder, faster.

And she does. Her whole body shakes as she screams into the mattress, her back arching as she falls apart completely. I don’t stop, my own release building as I see her lose control, her fingers digging into the sheets like she’s trying to hold on for dear life.

Seth and Corey are stationed nearby, completely captivated. Their movements are frenzied, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding between Abbie and me. They reach their release shortly after we come, grunting and groaning with satisfaction at the scene before them.

Abbie is completely spent, her body trembling as she collapses onto the bed. I pull myself out slowly, my own breath ragged, and kneel beside her, brushing the damp curls from her face.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice softer now.

She nods, her eyes fluttering open. “Oh dear god,” she murmurs, a small, dazed smile playing on her lips.

I gather Abbie into my arms, her skin still flushed and damp against mine. She curls into me like she belongs there, and maybe she does. Corey settles on her other side while Seth sprawls at the foot of the bed, his hand resting on her leg.

"So this is really happening?" she asks, her voice soft but steady. No trace of doubt or regret. Just curiosity and something that sounds like hope. "No jealousy? No competition?"

"If you want it to," Corey says, brushing a kiss against her shoulder.

Seth props himself up on an elbow. "We can figure out the logistics. Schedule time, set boundaries."

"Make sure you get what you need from each of us," I add, trailing my fingers down her spine.

Abbie shivers, but she's smiling. "I think I already am." She stretches between us, completely at ease. "This feels... right. Different than anything I've experienced, but right."

"Because it is right," Corey says. "We all bring something different to the table."

Seth nods. "And we all want the same thing - to make this work."

I tighten my arm around her waist. "No jealousy, no competition. Just us, making each other happy."

"I like the sound of that," Abbie murmurs, her eyes meeting mine before drifting to Corey, then Seth. The connection between all of us is almost tangible.

48

ABBIE

"Another Manhattan, please." The businessman drums his fingers on the gleaming countertop.

"Coming right up." I mix his drink with practiced ease now, no longer the fumbling newbie just a few months ago. Amazing what regular threesomes with successful men will do for a girl's confidence, not to mention her professional life.

Tessa catches my eye from the other end of the bar, where she's flirting with a silver-haired executive type who could be Corey's twin. She gives me a saucy wink. Getting her this job was the best decision - now we can share everything, including our scandalous stories.

"You're getting good at this," Lacey says, slapping my ass as she passes. "Those signature cocktails are practically perfect now."

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