Page 92 of Power Play Daddies

“Take your time, Trouble,” Beau says, his voice rough with desire, and I do. I lean forward, trembling as I let myself fall into the moment, the sensation of their touches amplifying everything.

Mason’s grip tightens on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me closer. “Still with us?”

I nod, breathless, my pulse racing as I meet his eyes. “Yeah.”

Beau watches, a predatory gleam in his eyes, his smile widening. “Not gonna lie, thought we might’ve broken you already.”

I roll my eyes, defiance slipping through the haze of desire clouding my mind. “You wish.”

Kieran moves behind me, his hands running down my spine, tracing circles on my skin, sending shivers through me. “We’re just getting started.”

His voice is a promise—one I don’t know whether I’m ready for, but my body answers before I can form a coherent thought. Mason’s hand moves to my chin, forcing me to look at him, his eyes never leaving mine. “Open.”

I do, the need in my chest surging higher, taking over. My lips part, and he spits onto my tongue. The shock of it makes my breath hitch.

Beau’s low chuckle vibrates through the air, filthy and knowing. “Swallow.”

I obey, the heat of Mason’s gaze a brand on my skin as I swallow it all. The world tilts for a moment. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, savoring every second of my submission. “Love watching you obey,” he murmurs.

Beau’s eyes darken, and he moves in closer, his breath hot against my neck. “She’s dangerous.”

Kieran’s hands move down to my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “Yeah, but she’s ours.”

The words crash over me, their weight settling into my bones.

I part my lips, letting Beau slide his hard cock into my mouth. He tastes like lube and him.

Saliva slides down my cheek. Beau holds my hair up in one fist before thrusting deeper into my mouth. I close my eyes, letting the sensation take over.

Kieran presses his cock a little deeper and I clench around Mason.

Mason pulls me forward, rocking me back and forth as Beau fucks my throat.

Kieran is cursing as he pushes his cock a little deeper into my ass. I can feel him restrain himself as he thrusts in slow, measured movements.

I clench around Mason once more. I feel it—their claim—and it burns hotter than ever.

“Fuck!” Mason growls, pulling me into him. My hands claw at Beau’s lap, trying to sit up. He laughs, pulling his cock out of my mouth in one loud pop. “You’ve got this,” he murmurs. Hiscock is glistening with saliva as he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“Look at me,” Beau says.

I whimper as Mason’s cock grows harder inside me. He lifts his head to suck on my right nipple as he thrusts upward. Kieran is no longer thrusting, his cock just plugged in my asshole as they wreck me.

The room is filled with the sound of Mason groaning as he chases his orgasm. He pushes upwards, sending sparks through me as he presses on my clit.

“Fuck, Daisy, fuck,” he groans and then I feel him come inside me. I feel his warmth as his come slides between us, making the sound of his cock thrusting inside me even filthier.

I am so close to coming. Kieran pulls out, quickly followed by Mason. Before I can respond, I’m flipped onto my stomach, the shift of motion so fast I barely have time to adjust. There’s no room to think, no room for hesitation.

Too many hands, too many mouths—all working in perfect harmony, making sure every inch of me feels claimed.

Beau’s fingers slide under my chin, tilting my head so I can see him. His eyes are hungry. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

His words unlock a new level of need inside me. Mason hums in approval, his voice low. “All wrecked and desperate.”

I moan softly, frustration and need mixing together in a heady cocktail. “Then stop talking about it and do something.”

Beau’s laugh is dark, teasing. “Bossy little thing.”