Page 79 of Detention with Daddies

Nick and Waylen adjust me, opening my thighs, Waylen’s hard cock pressing up against my ass.

A hand slides up my thigh to the apex, covering my mound over my flimsy shorts. I can’t tell whose it is at first, but my hips are shifted again, locked in someone’s grip, or maybe two of them are holding me open.

Then, Nick sinks to his knees between mine.

Matteo retreats an inch, the hunger in his gaze now making me shiver. It’s his hand stroking me, and it slowly crawls up mybody to grab my breast through my shirt. To tweak my nipple and make me gasp.

“Kiss me again,” Waylen says against the side of my neck.

Nick nibbles the inside of my thigh, and I gasp.

“Shh. Let him.” Waylen pushes up against me again, and I turn to give him the kiss he instructed me to.

Nick’s hot mouth covers my core. The fabric of my shorts does nothing to stave off the pleasure that comes from the scrape of his teeth over me.

I moan into Waylen, and his grip on my thighs tightens.

Matteo’s mouth seals over my breast, through my shirt, sucking at my sensitive tip.

Desire rocks through my body, making me shudder and squirm.

Nick tugs down my shorts, moving slow, gauging my reaction even though I can’t verbally respond.

I’m not pushing anyone away though. This is something I want. I didn’t even know that I wanted it. But it makes the most sense, right? That if I couldn’t give up any of them that I would end up here or alone.

Thank God that it’s here.

When Nick’s mouth seals over my bare pussy, my moans get louder, and Waylen eats each one of them.

I grab at Nick’s hair, barely conscious of the move. My body seeks the pleasure he’s promising me. The release from all of this pent-up anxiety and longing. And the three mouths on me have me writhing under them.

It doesn’t take long for Nick to build me up. It never does. When I’m on the brink of coming, he releases me.

I whine as he moves from between my thighs, but Waylen hushes me with a soft murmur against my lips, pulling back enough to look me in the eyes. That control he’s shown me during sex has returned in its entirety.

“Matteo’s turn.”

I feel him between my thighs. Hands cascading a soft touch down my skin before grabbing hold of me and blowing a hot breath against my sensitive folds.

The long, slow lick has my breath shuddering with an obscene noise.

Waylen hums against the back of my neck, scraping the sensitive spot behind my ear with his teeth.

“How about we strip this shirt off? Let us have access to all of you.”

Nick tugs at the hem of my shirt, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m remembering that this isn’t safe. We’re in a vulnerable spot, but I can’t seem to find the strength to stop this.

I’m stripped completely bare. It took so little effort amongst the three of them.

My back arches as Matteo thrusts his tongue into me. God, we didn’t get this far. Although I’m sure if I let him, he’d take all night with me.

All day.

My pleasure is already heightened, but he eats me slowly, making me tremble with want and the orgasm looming just out of reach.

Nose nudging the back of my jaw, Waylen places a delicate kiss there. “Open wide for Nick.”

I suck in a sharp breath, momentarily distracted from the climax I reached for.

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