Page 98 of Her Possessive Daddies

“She’s tight,” Donovan says, his voice rough. “Gonna feel so good.”

Corey’s hands move to my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples until I’m squirming under his touch. “You're so fucking hot and ready, you little minx. You're gonna get us all off tonight.”

Seth’s thrusts become more urgent, his hands tightening in my hair. “Gonna come, sweetheart. Open up for me.”

I do, and he spills into my mouth, his groan echoing through the room. Donovan’s finger continues to move inside me, and I’m already craving more.

“Ready for me?” Donovan asks, his voice thick with need.

I nod, unable to speak, let alone breathe, but I love it. Donovan’s enormous cock presses against my entrance, and I’m still wet, still trembling from Corey and Seth. He pushes into me in one smooth motion, and I cry out, the stretch intoxicating.

Corey moves to my side, the feather tickler in his hand. He drags it across my skin, the sensation making me shiver. “You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs, his free hand pinching my nipple.

Donovan’s pace is relentless, his hand smacking my ass hard enough to make me cry out. “You love this, don’t you?” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Yes,” I gasp, my body caught between Corey’s teasing and Donovan’s thrusts. The tension builds quickly, and when Corey’s feather tickler brushes over my clit, I’m gone, my orgasm crashing over me with an intensity that leaves me trembling.

Donovan follows moments later, his groan low and guttural as he spills inside me. He collapses onto the blanket, pulling me with him, and I’m boneless, my body humming with satisfaction.

“Fuck,” Seth mutters, lying back on the blanket. “You’re a goddamn dream.”

Corey leans over me, his hand brushing the hair out of my face. “You okay?”

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Jesus, that was perfect.”

My stomach growls, breaking through our post-coital haze. Seth chuckles, propping himself up on an elbow.

"I heard that. Someone's hungry."

"I could whip something up," Donovan offers, already standing. "Got stuff for grilled cheese."

Corey snorts. "You'll burn the house down. Remember our dorm room, freshman year?"

"That was just one time."

"Rumor has it that you set off three smoke alarms making ramen," Seth chimes in.

I giggle, wrapping myself in the blanket. "I can cook. Used to be a short-order cook in high school."

"No way," Donovan protests. "You just got thoroughly fucked. Sit your cute ass down."

"Watch me." I stick my tongue out, heading for the kitchen. Three sets of footsteps follow.

"At least let me help," Corey says, reaching for bread as I raid the fridge for cheese and butter.

Seth hops onto the counter, stealing a slice of cheese. "I'll supervise."

"Get your naked ass off my counter," Donovan grumbles, swatting at him with a dish towel.

I playfully push Corey away from the stove. "You're cutting the sandwiches wrong. Diagonal, not straight across."

"There's a wrong way to cut sandwiches?"

"Obviously," Seth and I say in unison.

Donovan wraps his arms around my waist as I flip the first sandwich. "This is hot. You should cook naked more often."

"You're going to make her burn them," Corey warns.

---