Page 116 of Cross Check Daddies
She moves slowly at first, bracing on his chest, hair tumbling over her shoulders. Ace settles behind her, kissing her back, whispering filth into her ear that has her clenching again. Her nails rake across Cam’s chest.
“Look at you,” I say, stroking myself beside her. “Taking him so well.”
Her eyes flutter toward me. “Tanner.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” I twist her nipple and watch her whole body shiver.
Cam starts thrusting up into her, controlled but hard, hips snapping beneath her as he drags groans from her throat. She leans forward, hands flat on his chest, and Ace watches every inch of her moving, breathing, breaking open for us.
Ace bends and kisses her shoulder. “You want more, baby?”
She nods fast. “Yes.”
“Then let me in.”
Ace’s fingers trail down her back, and she shifts, letting him press behind her carefully, spreading her wide while Cam is still buried deep.
She cries out, body trembling as Ace enters her. He goes inch by inch, hands firm on her waist.
Cam’s hands flex, watching her unravel.
“Breathe,” I whisper.
She does. And when she takes both of them—Cam in her cunt, Ace in her ass—she lets out a noise so raw it goes straight to my spine.
They move in rhythm. Cam thrusting up, Ace grinding from behind, keeping her sandwiched, fucked full, worshipped. She’s soaking. Sweating. Moaning their names like prayer.
And I stroke myself as I watch, undone by how perfect she looks between them.
She starts to shake again. Cam grips her tighter.
“She’s close,” he says.
“Let her,” Ace breathes. “Let her come for us.”
Her cries break apart as she tips into another orgasm. Her legs buckle, and Cam catches her. Ace pulls out gently, kissing the curve of her spine.
“Fuck,” Cam pants. “You wrecked me.”
She’s gasping, trembling, glowing.
Then her eyes flick to me.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
I move in, kiss her slowly, let her breathe. Then I lay her down and roll on another condom.
She pulls me in.
And this time, we go soft, me filling her with careful strokes while Ace holds her hand and Cam kisses her shoulder. No rush. No words. Just three men giving her everything she wants.
Everything she deserves.
When I finally come, it’s with my forehead against hers, her name in my mouth, her hands pulling me deeper, her moan like music against my throat.
We collapse beside her.
A tangled, messy heap of heat and breath and adoration.
