Page 96 of Her Possessive Daddies

I chuckle, the sound coming out more of a growl, my own need coiling tighter with every whimper and gasp that falls from her lips. “You’re lucky I’m good at this,” I say, my fingers working her with more urgency now, her breath coming in short, sharp pants that echo in the quiet truck. “Otherwise, we’d be in a ditch by now.”

“Donovan,” she moans, her hand white-knuckling the seat, her body tensing beneath my touch. “I’m close.”

Christ, the way she says my name, it’s enough to send me over the edge. I focus on the road, the hum of the engine, anything to keep from losing control. Because Abbie, with her curves and her smart mouth, is quickly becoming my undoing, and I’m just selfish enough to want to draw this out, to make her fall apart under my hands before I even consider letting go myself.

"I know," I rumble, my voice a growl that seems to resonate with the purr of the engine. "Let it happen. I've got you." My fingers probe inside her, and I'm met with a tight, slick heat that nearly unravels me on the spot. Christ, the way she clenches around me, it's like she's been made for this, for me. I quicken my rhythm, each desperate moan that escapes her lips urging me on. She's a vision beside me, writhing on the leather seat, her face a picture of ecstasy.

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her body seizing, her back bowing as she cries out my name. The sound of it ricochets through me, setting every nerve alight with a raw, primal satisfaction. I keep my hand on her, gentling my touch as she shudders through the aftershocks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her skin painted with the rosy hue of pleasure.

"You're freaking insane," she finally manages to say, her voice hoarse with the remnants of her release.

I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips. "You love it," I remind her, reluctantly withdrawing my hand and placing it back on the wheel. She laughs, the sound soft and breathless, and it's like music to my ears. "Now buckle up. We're almost there."

She fumbles with the seatbelt, her legs still quivering from the force of her climax. I step on the gas, the truck surging forward into the night, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon as we race toward my place. With Abbie by my side, her presence a constant temptation, I can't wait to get her behind closed doors and ravage every inch of her all over again.

I guide her up the steps to my front door, my hand resting possessively on the curve of her ass. The key slides into the lock, but I pause, distracted by the way she presses against me, her curves molding to my side.

"Eager?" I ask, my voice rough with need.

"Maybe I just like watching you fumble with keys." She traces a finger down my chest, and I swear under my breath as I finally get the door open.

The moment we're inside, I pin her against the wall, my body caging hers. She moans, those hazel eyes darkening with desire. "Ready for round two?" The words come out as a growl against her neck.

Abbie's lips curve into a wicked smile that sends heat straight to my core. "Let's see if you can keep up."

"Challenge accepted." I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her gasp as my hands slide down her sides. I'm already addicted. Her fingers pull just hard enough in my hair to make me groan.

I break away, trailing kisses down her neck. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Show me," she breathes, arching into my touch.

50

ABBIE

Donovan’s hand is still tangled in my hair as we stumble into the living room, his breath hot against my neck. My heart is racing, my skin still buzzing from the car ride. I’m flushed, my body humming with anticipation, but the moment I see Corey and Seth lounging on the couch, I freeze.

“Surprise,” Donovan murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.

Corey’s eyes meet mine, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. Seth leans back, arms stretched across the back of the couch, looking like the cat who got the cream.

Seth’s voice is dripping with amusement. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”

I blink, my brain scrambling to catch up. “You two… knew about this?”

Corey stands, his movements smooth and deliberate, like a predator closing in. “Donovan might’ve mentioned he was picking you up. Thought we’d make it a… group activity.”

My cheeks burn, but it’s not embarrassment. It’s something else entirely—something electric. Donovan’s hand slides down to my waist, pulling me closer.

“You okay with that, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rumbling, rough.

I nod, feeling a fresh wave of excitement coursing through me. "Oh yeah, I'm down for it."

Corey’s eyes darken, and Seth breathes heavily. Donovan’s grip on me tightens, his voice a growl. “Atta girl.”

Corey steps back, his gaze never leaving mine. “Then let’s get started.”

Seth moves first, his hands sliding up my arms, his lips brushing my neck. “You’re gonna have to keep up, sweetheart.”

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