Page 54 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
“Yes,” she breathes.
As he says it, he slides one finger through her slickness, gathering her arousal before trailing back to her tight rim. He strokes gently, back and forth, circling with slow precision, never pushing in, just coaxing her body to relax, to yield.
David steps in next, a towel draped over his arm, and lays it out across the bench.
Shane grips Leighton’s hips, guiding her forward with a firm but gentle touch until she’s on all fours atop the towel.
“Your knees okay on that, darlin’?” I ask, needing to be sure she’s comfortable.
She glances over her shoulder with a smile, breath hitching as her knees spread wider on command, her spine arching beautifully, offering herself up without hesitation. “Always thinking about me.”
“Mmm. I love it when your body begs for me,” he murmurs, kneeling behind her on the bench. One hand spreads her open while the other strokes between her thighs, slicking his fingers in more of her arousal before bringing them up to trace slow, steady circles over her tight rim. “Breathe for me. I’m going to take my time.”
He works her open gradually, teasing with the same patience and precision he has on the ice. A fingertip at first, easing in withslow, short strokes. Then another, stretching her in rhythm with her ragged breath, pushing a little deeper.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” Shane growls, voice steady.
She whimpers, back arching deeper, legs trembling from the effort, from anticipation.
When she’s ready, he slicks himself with lube from the nearby shelf and lines up. The moment the head of his cock presses against her, her breath stutters.
“Tell me you want it,” he rasps.
“I want it,” she moans, helpless and desperate.
Shane grips her hips and pushes his cock forward, slow but steady, filling her inch by inch. She exhales deeply, and he pauses just long enough to let her adjust.
“Fuck,” he groans, buried deep. “You feel so damn good like this.” He starts rolling his hips, slowly, until her body relaxes.
“Yes,” she cries, gripping the edge of the bench.
I watch her face, hunger burning through me. Ineedher. Now. This feeling… it’s new. The way I throb to bury myself in her, to devour her, like I’ll never get enough. I can barely fucking stand it.
My need takes over, urgent, raging. I step forward, positioning myself to slide under her. She lifts from her elbow, giving me space, and I ease beneath her, settling between her legs, between Shane’s. He keeps her steady, his grip firm, while I adjust her hips, guiding her down until she’s poised right over my aching cock.
The minute we’re both inside her, moving in sync, her breath hitches. Her body arches, back taut, arms bracing against my chest. Her eyes find mine, wide and wild for a second before they flutter shut, her head tipping back as she lets us take over, completely.
“God, yes,” she pants, a shudder rippling through her.
“Yes, what?” I ask, my voice gruff as I grip her hip, halting everything in an instant.
Her eyes fly open, and she gasps, “Yes, Daddy,” her body instinctively trying to move, but Shane and I hold her firm.
“Don’t you forget it,” I say through gritted teeth, my voice rumbling deep from my chest.
Shane grabs the flogger, trailing it slow and teasing across her bare ass, letting the soft leather sting just enough to make her squirm. Then, without warning, he snaps his wrist, landing a sharp, satisfying strike that echoes against the tiles.
“That’s your warning,” he growls, voice dark and rough. “Forget again, and you’re getting punished.”
She lets out a feral sound, hips jolting, breath ragged as she arches into him. “Again, Daddy. Please.”
His grin is pure wicked, eyes gleaming as he drags the flogger over her heated skin again, then cracks it down harder. She yelps, body trembling, completely at his mercy.
We fall back into rhythm, Shane driving into her slow and deep while I roll my hips up, filling her pussy. Her body is stretched perfectly between us, trembling with every thrust.Our hands roam everywhere—gripping her ass, steadying her hips, skimming over her belly and breasts—anchoring her through each crashing wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling myself teeter right on the edge.
David fists himself, fast and hard, eyes dark with admiration as he watches. He steps up to the end of the bench, above my head, positioning himself in front of Leighton’s face while Shane keeps working her from behind.
