Page 36 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
And still… what the hell is wrong with me? In a locker room, of all places. Again,nota bedroom. Why am I like this?
But then I remember… I’ve had him before. I know exactly what he can do. What hedidto me. And now, knowing who he really is? There was never a chance I wouldn’t give in.
Yet, he has no idea. And somehow,thatlittle secret makes my pulse race faster.
I’m still trembling, lost in that delicious haze, when Andy rises from his squat and reaches into his pocket. I watch, barely breathing, as he rips open a foil wrapper and rolls the condom down his thick length.
And what a length it is.
It’s not just impressive, it’s fucking gorgeous. Long, thick, with just the right kind of veiny that I never knew I’d find so insanely sexy until right now. Untilhim.And the slight curve to the left…
I didn’t notice it back at the mansion. Not in the dark when he had me pinned to the wall, my legs wrapped tight around his waist. But now? Now I see it clearly, and suddenly everything makes sense. That ruthless precision. The way he nailed that perfect spot again and again, like it was nothing.
He grabs a towel from his locker and spreads it out on the floor. But we don’t use it. Instead, he sits down on the bench like a king claiming his throne, and pulls me into his lap likeI belong there. My knees straddle his thick thighs, his cock standing proud between us, flushed and pulsing.
God, yes.
I sink down onto him in one long, greedy push, and the gasp that tears from my throat is nothing short of shameless. It’s not pain. Itakehim. But that stretch? That pressure? It’s bliss. Blinding, body-shaking bliss. That perfect curve of his cock drags along my G-spot, lighting it up like a pinball machine.
“Eyes on me while you take every inch,” he growls. “I want to see your face as you stretch around me.”
I nod.
“Mmm. You’re so fucking tight for me.”
His hands grip my ass, pulling me down harder, bouncing me on his cock like I’m his personal toy. And maybe I am.
“Y-yes,” I whimper, barely able to speak through the pressure building inside me.
His eyes darken. A low, guttural sound rumbles from his chest. “You’re mine. Every moan. Every gasp. Every drip. The way you’re clenching around my cock, begging for more like such a good girl.”
Damn right I am. I’ve missed this.Missed them.
“I’m all yours, Daddy,” I breathe, bouncing harder, riding him with everything I’ve got. He meets every thrust with one of his own, kissing me with teeth and tongue on my lips, my neck, and my breasts, leaving his mark on them.
I barely have time to recover from the last orgasm before this one barrels through me, fast and brutal, stealing my breath, robbing my thoughts. I bury my face in Andy’s neck, crying out against his skin, my whole body tightening as I come apart on him.
“Fuck,” he grits. “You feel so good when you come on my cock.”
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, arms locking tight around his shoulders. His cock slips free, and the loss is unbearable, leaving me hollow and desperate to be filled again.
But he’s not done.
He lowers me gently onto the towel, squatting beside me like a man withintent.
“Did the bench hurt your knees, darlin’?” he asks, voice quieter now, but no less commanding.
I blink, caught off guard by the softness in his tone. After everything he just did to me, after the way he used my body like I was just a fuck doll… he still cares? This towering six-foot-four-inches, 240-pound man has a gentle side?
I shake my head. “No.”
“This floor too hard?” His gaze stays locked on mine. There’s fire in those green eyes, but there’s also something that looks a hell of a lot like concern.
My heart trips. “No,” I whisper, dazed.
He nods once. “Good.” Then, like a man possessed, his voice drops, husky and low. “Because now, I want you under me.”
And this is it.Thisis the moment I know I’ll never get enough of this man. And I reach for him, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him down into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and hunger.
