Page 82 of Detention with Daddies

I growl low. He’s right. This was irresponsible, but so fucking worth it.

Matteo gathers her up, and we get her upstairs. Which room she occupies is easy to determine with a brief peek. It’s swathed in pale greens and blues and whites, all colors I’m used to seeing her in. All colors that make her hair bright and her skin glow.

I crawl onto her bed and tug her over me, sliding into her pussy with ease. She’s soaking but still tight, gripping me in her haze. Her moan against my throat vibrates my skin and reinforces the powerful connection I feel for her.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I make room for Nick to kneel behind her. His groan as he slides against her reverberates within her, then me.

I have to admit, I like the feel of her being so full.

Surprisingly, having another cock inside her, separated by a thin layer of muscle, makes this all the hotter.

Olivia responds beautifully. Now that we’ve broken her down, it’s time to see how many times we can make her come collectively.

I bet it’s a lot.

We give her a small reprieve, letting her lie against my chest until her muscles grow tense and her hips begin to move.

I wave Matteo over, and his bulk dips the edge of the bed. Coaxing her up, I turn her toward him and his waiting cock. Olivia’s mouth opens without any instruction.

“Such a good fucking girl.” And she is. Perfectly submissive. Bold enough to ask for what she wants and shut down what she doesn’t. There’s not a lot that she doesn’t.

At least.

So far.

When the hurt of finding her with Matteo bled away into dirty thoughts, dirty scenes, dirty scenarios, this moment became inevitable. When I voiced those details to Nick and Matteo, I watched the slow reveal unfurl the same images in their minds. When I explained how we would share her, they wanted it too.

It’s odd, unknown, uncomfortable in a new way. By the way we’re all fucking her, there’s no denying we’re all enjoying it.

The fact that I can still have her alone after this helps me let go.

Lifting her further has her breasts swinging against my chest, and I take them both into my hands, sucking one down.

Olivia moans around Matteo’s cock, and Nick gives her more focused thrusts, short and hard. The jiggling of her ass, curves, tits makes me want to take a bite out of her. Especially when she bears down on us.

I counter Nick’s thrusts, keeping mine slow, long, and deep. She shudders, struggling against the pleasure.

I kiss my way up the column of her throat, squeezing her breasts in my hands. Pinching her nipples until she cries and grinds against her oncoming orgasm.

“Be a good girl and come.”

She pulses around me—once, twice, three times—and she shatters.

Fuck, she feels good when she comes. Around my cock, my fingers, my tongue. I’m addicted to it. To her.

Nick swears behind her, hands kneading her ass. I nod at him. None of us are going to come away clean. I’ll gladly clean her duvet and sheets for her after.

Matteo grunts beside us, hand twisting in her hair as Olivia’s elbows weaken and wobble. He pulls nearly free from her mouth, rubbing her lips with his head, and I swear the man is edging himself.

He’s so very good at denying her until she breaks. So many new games come to mind. Far more than we can act out today.

Nick wraps an arm around her shoulders, lifting her away from me but sharpening the angle of her core as she milks us. He whispers something in her ear that drops her mouth open, has her nodding.

Olivia’s thighs tense around my hips, and my hands brace her legs, her hips, loosely.

Nick’s free hand crawls over her cleft, rubbing her in time with his own strokes.

Fuck. She’s struggling against her pleasure on instinct. Trying to preserve herself before her body jerks, launches forward against his grip, but he’s unrelenting, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until she flutters around us again.

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