Page 97 of Shootout Daddies
I can’t help it—I lean down, kiss her cheek, her jaw, her mouth. Her lips tremble against mine, the sound of Hunter’s thrusts filling the room in sharp, slick rhythm.
Landon finally moves, sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock heavy in his hand. His gaze doesn’t leave her, doesn’t leave us.
Hunter fucks her slow at first, then harder, his hips snapping, the headboard bumping lightly against the wall. She claws at my shoulders, her breath breaking.
“You take him so well,” I murmur against her ear, watching the way her body yields to Hunter’s thrusts. “So greedy for it.”
“Rhett,” she gasps, half-broken, “don’t stop talking.”
My chest swells. I kiss her again, slower this time, even as Hunter fucks her roughly. “You’re perfect. Made for us. Look at you, taking Hunter like you were born to.”
Her nails dig into my back, sharp and desperate.
Hunter groans, pulling out suddenly. “Tag in, man.”
My heart thuds once, hard. Then I’m there, sliding the next condom on, pressing against her slick entrance while Hunter shifts to her side, kissing her throat, her shoulder, his fingers still teasing her clit.
I push inside slowly, savoring every fucking second of her stretch around me. Heat, wet, tight walls clenching like she’s trying to pull me deeper.
“Fuck,” I grit, bottoming out. My vision whites out for a second.
Her mouth opens, a ragged sound spilling out. “Oh my god.”
Hunter laughs low against her ear. “Look at you stretching around Rhett’s cock.”
Her whimper is everything.
I thrust once, deep, and her body jolts. I thrust again, harder, groaning through clenched teeth as her pussy grips me like a fist.
Hunter’s hand slides down her stomach, circling her clit lazily as I fuck her harder. Her thighs tremble, her back arches, her moans breaking free without rhythm.
Landon is still watching, stroking himself slow and steady, his body screaming restraint.
I pull out halfway, slam back in, and her scream fills the room.
“Good girl,” I pant, hips pounding, sweat beading at my temple. “Taking me so deep. You’re perfect, fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her eyes are wide, glassy, pinned on me like she’s drowning in everything.
I don’t last long—not with her nails digging into my chest, not with Hunter whispering filth against her ear, not with Landon’s stare burning holes through my back. I grit my teeth, pull out just before I’d lose it, and let the condom hang heavy as I shove back from the bed, chest heaving.
I nod at Landon. “Your turn.”
For a second, he doesn’t move. Then he exhales slow, almost like he’s bracing himself, and rolls the condom on with clipped efficiency.
When he crawls onto the bed, it’s different. Controlled. His hand cups her jaw, his mouth crashes onto hers, and then he pushes into her with a single, brutal thrust that knocks a cry from her lips.
“Fuck,” I mutter, watching.
Landon groans, low and guttural. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He slams into her again, harder, setting a ruthless pace that makes the mattress rock. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted all of us using you?”
Her sob is half-pleasure, half-shock. “Y-yes, I?—”
Hunter smirks, kissing her shoulder, stroking her clit in rhythm with Landon’s thrusts. “Look at you, baby. Taking his cock like you can’t get enough.”
Her body arches, toes curling, moans tumbling fast.
“Goddamn,” I breathe, stroking myself as I watch. “She’s perfect like this.”
