Page 52 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
And maybe I should stop. Maybe I should think. Ishouldstop. I know I should. But the way she moves, tight and wet, strips me of every shred of sense I have left. There’s no barrier. Just hot, slick skin gripping my cock, tension building low, balls almost ready to blow.
She rides me harder now, grinding down, taking me deeper with every rock of her hips, her nails clawing into my shoulders as she chases that edge. I’m losing my goddamn mind, holding on by a thread, my whole body wired, desperate, barely hanging on.
“Leighton,” I rasp, barely able to get the words out. “You feel so fucking good squeezing my cock.”
“Call me Phoenix,” she demands, breathless, her lips brushing mine.
That flips a switch. Her nickname, the mask, all the heat from that first time crashes back through me, fast and wild. I dig myfingers into her hips and take over, thrusting up into her so hard she cries out, her body bowing, surrendering all over again.
“Ooh, David,” she wails, her walls clenching around me, tight and relentless. She’s close, and fuck, so am I. Raw, deep, a new level of insane.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Andy and Shane standing in the doorway. I tilt my head at Andy, and without a word, he steps forward, stroking himself as he approaches. He lifts Leighton’s hand and wraps it around his cock, guiding her to stroke him. She doesn’t hesitate, her hand working him fast and rough, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“I need you to come when I tell you to, Phoenix. Understand?” I snarl, my grip bruising on her hips.
She nods, her eyes darting from mine to Andy’s. The second they lock onto his, she says, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Andy groans, curling his fingers in her hair. “Open that pretty mouth for me, nice and wide. I’m gonna come right in it. And don’t you spill a fucking drop.”
That’s all it takes.
“Come for us, Phoenix. Now,” I demand.
She breaks, her whole body becoming rigid, her cry sharp and breathless as she clamps down around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I explode, my head falling back, my body jerking with every pulse of release.
Andy leans closer, working his cock as he hits the peak, coming hard—ropes of it spilling over her mouth, her breasts, even streaking across my arm.
“Fuck, you wear me so good,” he groans, brushing his thumb over her lips, wiping the mess before sliding it into her mouth. She closes around it, sucking him clean, eyes locked on his the entire time.
He heads over to the kitchen sink to clean up, Shane tossing him a knowing look as he passes.
Afterwards, she doesn’t move. She curls against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, her fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over my skin. I stroke her back, easing her down from the high, my own body still thrumming with aftershocks.
“What are you doing?” I murmur after a beat.
She lifts her head slightly, her voice soft. “Listening to your heart.”
And just like that, something shifts—something I’m not ready to name. But it’s there, pulsing between us, undeniable.
I brush her hair back, pressing a kiss to her temple, breathing her in. Andy and Shane are watching, but they don’t matter right now. It’s just me and her. And it feels… right.
Andy saunters over, eyes glinting. “How about a shower, darlin’? I’ve got plans for that slippery skin, and none of them involve getting clean.”
Bastard. He knows damn well we can’t say no to my shower. I had it custom-built—big enough for a party, and stocked withenough toys and fixtures to turn a simple rinse into a naughty night in.
Leighton laughs, her smile still lazy and wrecked. “Sounds perfect.”
Reluctantly, I let her go, watching as Andy and Shane step in to help her up, hands gentle, careful, like they already know she’s something rare.
Shane and I lock eyes, a current passing between us. No words needed.
Tonight’s far from over.
And this? This is no longer just a fling.
Chapter 15
Andy
