Page 24 of Her Hat Trick Daddies (Game On Daddies #3)

Shane

T o say I’m surprised as fuck when Leighton grabs me and kisses me like I’m the only man left on Earth? Massive understatement. But I don’t hesitate.

I grip her ass with one hand, fist the back of her hair with the other, and kiss her back like I’ve been waiting years for this.

Because I have . She tastes like mint and possibility.

Fresh, sweet floral scents cling to her skin.

I’ve been a wreck since finding out that Leighton is Phoenix.

And now she’s here, in my arms again. A fantasy that just punched me in the chest and dragged me under.

But I need more than her lips. I break the kiss, breathing hard, cupping her jaw as I tilt her chin up.

“What I’m about to do to you…” I stop mid-sentence. I need to show her what I’m capable of before I can ask her.

I press her to the wall, hard. But she doesn’t flinch. My hand slides up from her arms to her throat, tightening my grip beneath her jaw, fingers squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch. I feel her pulse fluttering under my thumb. Fast. Desperate.

But her eyes? They don’t show fear. Just hunger.

“You think you can handle me?” I growl, low and rough. “Because I don’t want a taste, baby. I need all of you. Your body. Your loyalty. Your fucking soul.”

She nods, silent, breathless. Mine.

My other hand tears her blouse open, buttons popping and skittering across the tile. Her lace bra pushes her tits up like an offering, begging for my mouth. I reach behind her, yank the clasp open, then strip the straps down hard and fast. Her tits spill out, nipples hard and ready.

“You still with me?” I murmur, my breath brushing the corner of her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good. Because if you don’t say stop, I’m not stopping. You understand what that means?”

“Yes.” Her voice is thinner now, but steady. She’s with me. Fully.

I dip my hand between her thighs, sliding my fingers through her slick folds, and lift them to my mouth. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” I groan. “You’re already making that perfect mess for me.”

I yank her flush against me, then spin her, fast and rough, until she’s facing the wall.

My hand stays right where it is, firm around her neck, keeping her grounded, held, owned.

She doesn’t resist. She braces against the drywall, palms flat, back arching, her ass pressed tight against my hips.

My cock grinds against her backside through my jeans, thick and heavy, and I lean in.

“You feel that?” I growl in her ear. “That’s what you do to me, baby. That’s how bad I want you.”

She turns her head back over her shoulder, lips parted, and I claim them, messy and hungry, my tongue diving into her mouth as my fingers trace down her spine.

I unzip her skirt and let it drop, then hook my thumbs into her thong and peel it down inch by inch.

The sight of her bare ass makes my cock twitch with painful need.

I smack her hard, once. Her gasp ricochets off the wall, her body jolting.

“I need every fucking inch of you,” I rasp, biting her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth. “And I’m going to take it.”

I release her throat and drop to my knees behind her, gripping her thighs as I sink my mouth into her skin, biting, sucking, leaving marks she’ll feel tomorrow.

I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, until I reach the heat radiating off her soaked pussy.

I run my tongue along the crease where her thigh meets her core, dragging it right to the edge of her entrance, hovering there, breath hot, voice dark. “I’m going to ruin you, baby. ”

I rise, seize her wrist, and spin her to face me, pulling her back into my space. Her eyes are blown wide, pupils dark and dilated, lips kiss-swollen and trembling with anticipation.

“I need you, Shane,” she whines. “Now.”

I palm her chin. “Not yet.”

I walk to the baby grand in the room behind her and unzip my jeans, letting them fall to my feet. My cock springs free, flushed and veiny, thick with need.

“Crawl to me,” I demand, my voice husky.

Her mouth parts, but she obeys, sinking to her knees and crawling toward me like she’s ready to pounce. She’s fucking perfect, and her submission makes my blood surge, pooling hot and heavy in my cock. The second she reaches me—

“Good girl.” I grab a fist full of hair and pull her head back. “Now. Suck my cock.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She wraps her hand around my base, her lips parting, plush and pink, as she leans in to taste me. She drags her tongue around the tip, slow, teasing, eyes fixed on mine. Slow at first. Tentative.

But I’m not made for slow.

“Faster,” I demand, tightening my grip in her hair. “Deeper. I want to feel your throat.”

She gags slightly as I shove my cock deeper, her throat tightening around me.

Spit’s already sliding down my shaft, messy and wet, and fuck.

She looks my greedy little pet like this.

Cheeks hollowed, lips stretched wide around my cock, eyes watering as she chokes softly, struggling to breathe.

Her hands clutch at my thighs, desperate for something to hold on to while I feed her more than she can take.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I hiss, hips flexing. “Mmm. So fucking eager.”

She moans around me, and the vibration nearly makes my knees buckle. My cock throbs on her tongue as she starts to bob faster now, taking more with each pass. Then, her mouth slips off with a wet pop, and she gasps, drool clinging to her chin.

I hook my arms under her thighs, one slipping around her back, and lift her onto the lid of the piano like she weighs nothing. One of her heels hit the keys and they jangle as I shove her legs apart and lower myself between them, already drunk on the scent of her pussy.

“Now it’s my turn,” I murmur. “And baby, I’m going to make you fucking sing.”

Her thighs tremble as I drag her closer to the edge, her heels slipping on the polished surface. I grip the backs of her legs, spreading her even wider until her soaked folds are fully on display—glossy, swollen, glistening just for me.

She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers scrambling for something to grab, bracing herself as I lower my head.

The first drag of my tongue is slow. Purposeful. I lick her like I’m claiming her, because I am. From her slick hole all the way up to her clit, tasting everything she’s got for me—and fuck, she’s dripping, I don’t stop until I’m flicking that swollen bundle of nerves like I’m punishing it.

She keens—high, broken, desperate—and again when I suck her clit harder, faster. Her hips jerk, trying to lift off the piano, but I slam a forearm across her lower belly to hold her still.

“Uh-uh,” I growl, lifting my eyes to meet hers. “You don’t get to run from this.”

And then I feast.

“Uh-uhn… Shane … I’m gonna come,” she cries, thighs shaking

I shove two fingers inside her, rough and deep, curling them until I find that spot, the one that makes her legs kick and her voice crack.. She goes stiff and then detonates.

I pull back just in time to watch her fall apart. And fuck, what a show it is.

She comes like a freight train, wild and uncontrollable, squirting hard over my chest, across the polished piano lid, dripping everywhere.

Her thighs quake. Her head falls back. Her screams echo off the walls and the piano keys, each note ringing out like applause for how beautifully wrecked she is.

She’s a goddamn masterpiece. Shattered in my hands, messy, unfiltered, and all… mine .

Until I hear the thundering of footsteps heading our way. “Well, well, well. What do we have going on in here?” Andy asks, humor and heat threading through his voice .

We weren’t exactly trying to stay quiet, and I’m not surprised he followed the sounds, like a bee to honey.

I knew I couldn’t keep her to myself for long. This isn’t even my house. But still, I’m going to stretch this out for as long as I can. Because for the first time in a long time, something hits differently. Seeing her again, touching her. It feels like she’s come home. To me. To us.

Neither of us says a word to him. He doesn’t push, doesn’t interrupt. Just leans against the wall watching, his hand casually palming the bulge behind his jeans.

I turn my gaze back to Leighton, who is now closing her eyes. “Eyes on me, baby,” I say. “I’m not done with you.”

I grab my pants off the floor and dig through the pocket for the condoms I stashed, just in case. Her body’s limp from the orgasm I just tore out of her, drenched and trembling. After sliding it on, I line myself up and drive into her in one brutal, balls-deep stroke.

She gasps, back arching as I bottom out.

“Fuck,” she breathes, one hand cupping her breast, the other rising to her mouth as she bites down on her knuckle, pure reflex.

I wrap my hand around her throat, firm but steady, making damn sure she keeps those teary, lust-drunk eyes locked on mine .

I slam into her again, harder. Her breath stutters against my palm. Her pussy clamps down like a vice, sucking me in deeper with every thrust.

Her knuckles go white against her teeth, and her fingers claw uselessly at the piano lid as I fuck her, every stroke deep and punishing. The room fills with the sound of wet slaps and her broken cries, raw and wrecked.

“Uhhn…Y-yes” she wails, legs wrapping tight around my waist.

“That’s right,” I croon. “ Take it .”

Her nails dig into my chest as I drive into her, relentlessly, watching her struggle for control while my hand lingers at her throat.

The piano creaks beneath us, the air thick with sweat and sex.

She clenches around me, body convulsing again, and the pressure building in my spine coils, hot and unforgiving.

I come with a growl, hips jerking as I spill deep inside her, filling her with everything I’ve got.

She’s still panting when I scoop her up, one arm under her knees, the other wrapped around her back. She shoots me a lazy grin as I toss her face down onto the chaise, her body bouncing once.

“Up,” I order.

She scrambles onto her knees, gripping the backrest, still dazed, but ready.

I step up behind her on the edge of the chaise, spreading her legs wide with both hands before lining myself up again. Then, I fist her hair, yanking her head back, and drive into her soaked pussy with one hard thrust that rips a cry from her lips.

I smack her ass hard, watch it bounce, then do it again as I slam into her from behind. My grip in her hair tightens. I know she fucking loves it—the way her back bows, ass grinding into me like she’s starved and I’m the only thing that’ll feed her.

And I give it to her.

Every thrust lands deeper, rougher, skin cracking against skin, her moans unraveling into desperate sobs. I keep her locked in place, hips pinned, one hand tangled in her hair as I take her.

“You feel that?” I purr against her ear, dipping low to bite her shoulder. “That’s mine. Every inch of you… mine .”

She whimpers, knuckles white where she clutches the chaise. “Please, Shane. Don’t stop—”

I smack her ass again, loving the way it reddens beneath my palm. “I need you to come for me, baby. Soak my cock like you did the piano.”

And she does.

She shudders hard, legs barely holding as the climax hits her like a wave. Her head drops forward, walls pulsing around me in perfect surrender.

But I don’t stop.

I fuck her right through it, chasing the edge like I’m burning alive. “Fuck me,” I rasp, pace stuttering.

I snap my hip in deep one last time, coming hard with a guttural groan, hips locked to hers as I spill inside her. She’s still trembling, soaked in sweat and sex, breathless and ruined… just the way I want her.

Slowly, I pull out, watching her slump forward, still on her knees, chest rising and falling, lips parted in the wreckage of what we just did. I run a hand down her back, slow and possessive, a quiet claim wrapped in tenderness.

Then I turn and find David now standing beside Andy, both watching the aftermath like it was their favorite fucking show.

“If I thought you were on my piano doing anything but this, I’d be pissed,” David grunts, his pupils blown.

“Forget the barbecue and beers,” Andy says, stroking his cock through the open fly of his jeans, smirking. “Looks like the party’s in here.”

The evening has barely started, and it already sounds like it’s going to be one hell of a night.