Page 81 of Power Play Daddies

I shake my head, exhaling sharply. “Door’s open, asshole.”

Daisy buries her face in my neck, laughing breathlessly. She is still shifting, her cunt wet and warm as it wraps around my cock.

Beau steps in, setting the food on the table. He takes one look at us, his smirk slow and knowing. “So, what, you left the party just to come home and fuck?”

Daisy groans, covering her face. “Oh my god.”

I shrug, squeezing her hip. “She wasn’t feeling great.”

“I really wasn’t,” she echoes.

Her rhythm is off as she tries to pay attention to the conversation, but her body betrays her. She is still so wet and needy.

“Just a minute,” I tell Beau, sliding my palm down between us to press on her mound.

“Oh god!” she cries out. I smile as I push against her and use my thumb to flick at her clit.

She clenches once, her eyes rolling back as she comes hard.

I hold her against me, letting her rock her hips faster as she chases her orgasm.

Beau’s eyes flick between us, still amused. He steps closer, pressing a kiss to the top of Daisy’s head.

“Well, that was a hell of a welcome home.”

She exhales a shaky laugh, finally lifting her head. “Hey, Beau.”

“Hey.” He grins and kisses her softly again, his thumb brushing over her jaw. Her body shivers slightly, still sensitive, still coming down.

I watch the way her eyes flutter, the way she relaxes against me. My hand moves up her spine, stroking slowly.

Beau chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “All right, let’s eat before I say something that gets me kicked out.”

Daisy sighs and finally shifts, letting me help her up. I don’t let her go far, though, pulling her right back in for one last lingering kiss, her breath hitching against my lips.

She hums, pressing into my chest. “Maybe food first. Then more of this.”

I grin, nipping at her bottom lip before letting her go. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s feed you before you wear me out completely.” I tuck my still-hard cock into my boxers and watch as she slides her shorts back on.

Beau snorts, already unpacking the takeout. “Doubt that’s possible.”

Daisy laughs, leaning into me as we walk to the table. “Wanna bet?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Beau

I runa hand through my hair and stretch, cracking my neck. “All right, princess, we got kung pao chicken, beef lo mein, dumplings, fried rice, and some egg rolls ’cause I know you like to steal mine.”

I point at Daisy.

“What do you want?”

She tilts her head, looking between the bags. “Chicken and rice.”

Kieran reaches over, grabbing the containers and sliding them toward her. “Eat.”

She rolls her eyes but scoops a bite into her mouth, sighing softly. “Mm. So good.”