Page 30 of Vegas Daddies (Forbidden Fantasies #17)

“Our sweet girl is begging you to fuck her, Cade. You better do what she asks before I do it for you.”

I looked at Gavin, startled by the rough edge to his voice that hinted at his crumbling composure. He was stripping down too, taking his time with the buttons on his shirt. I reached for his zipper myself, and he swatted my hand away.

“Greedy girl,” he said, half scold, half praise. My nipples grew painfully hard, and he smirked as he noticed. His eyes slid down my naked body, then found Cade, a cool command in his eyes. He gave his friend a nod, and then Cade was positioning himself at my dripping entrance.

It was hard to decide where to look. In both directions, there were visual feasts to be had, and I was struck nearly giddy at my continued luck. Then Cade thrust his hips forward, one powerful plunge that overwhelmed all my senses.

I moaned, long and low, as I took every delicious inch of him. Then high, tense sounds escaped me as he started to fuck me in sure, hard strokes. Meanwhile, Gavin edged closer, kneeling on the bed and bringing his own hard cock closer to my mouth.

“She takes it like a fucking pro,” Gavin ground out between his teeth. “Does that feel good, Allie?”

“God, yes,” I sobbed as Cade picked up his pace. Each pound against my G-spot felt like a punishment, and I’d take it again and again and again.

“You ready for more?” Gavin asked me, and the turgid head of his cock pressed against the corner of my lips, asking for entry. Eager to taste him, to experience the pure ecstasy of having them both inside me at once, I opened my mouth and craned my neck to suck him inside.

I heard Gavin laugh, and then it turned to a swear as he positioned himself closer, and I arched back to take him deeper into my mouth.

He stretched my jaw, and the echo of the stretch of my inner muscles as Cade kept up his rhythm inside me felt decadent.

When my enthusiasm for tasting Gavin increased, my sucks becoming hungrier, more intense, he started up a careful rocking motion with his own hips, slower and easier than the pounding I was getting from Cade.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I heard Gavin’s harsh whisper. “Let me fuck your sweet mouth, Allie. I want you to choke on this cock.”

I wanted that too. But Cade’s thick thumb had also made its way to my clit, and it was a struggle to keep Gavin inside my lips when I cried out at the new spike of pleasure.

Gavin’s hands found their way to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard enough that I knew he was punishing me, though it felt exquisite too.

I felt tears start to leak from my eyes as I sucked Gavin, loving the salty taste of him on my tongue, the deliciously masculine grunts he made in response to my mouth, the sound of Cade’s skin slapping against mine filling the room.

I gagged around the head of Gavin’s dick as I came again, harder than before, my whole body racked with tremors as every muscle clenched.

Gavin didn’t let up, whispering a string of filthy encouragement as I shook and reached two intense, perfect peaks in a row.

And then I heard Cade’s own gruff, loud “fuck,” and I felt that he was coming too.

Those hot spurts inside me never got old.

Sticky, sweet heat that felt so right, that I looked forward to feeling stream down my thighs.

Cade slammed himself home as his cock erupted in violent jerks, and it was only thanks to Gavin pulling himself out of my mouth in a quick slide that I was able to scream-cry in response.

I’d never made so much noise before, not that I could recall, and there was something satisfying and primal about it. Letting go completely.

Gavin wasn’t finished with me though. His stamina was impressive. In seconds, he was yanking me up until I was on all fours, facing a naked, lust-drunk Cade as Gavin slid his longer, slimmer erection into my pussy and started to fuck me in earnest.

I felt like a doll, and I loved it. Wanted these two men to position me however they wanted, to give my body every bit of pleasure they could wring out of me until I collapsed into an exhausted puddle of sweat and their cum.

I was moaning, whimpering as Gavin took his own pleasure inside me, fucking up into me from behind, giving each of my ass cheeks a hard, stinging slap that only made me more wild.

Cade watched, and though he’d just finished and had gone soft again, he and I watched in mutual astonishment as he started to harden once more.

“Let Cade feel how good you are at sucking cock,” Gavin practically barked at me.

The order was hot enough, but then he pulled my hair too, yanking my head back so that I was at the perfect height to reach Cade’s growing erection.

Cade moved closer, and then I was sucking him back to life, relishing the way he grew harder, hotter, larger in my mouth.

“Such a pretty sight, isn’t it?” Gavin asked his friend. “She sucks cock like a fucking dream. Those lips were meant for it.”

Cade grunted his agreement and surprised me with a tender motion—his big hand came up to cup my cheek, the other sinking into my hair.

He was fully hard now, throbbing against my tongue, and it was my personal mission to get him to bust in my mouth.

I wanted to drink him down while Gavin fucked me, and then I wanted my pussy to drip with the mixture of them both.

That seemed like their goal too—Cade, ever the man of few words, met my eyes even as he spoke to his friend instead of me.

“We’re gonna make a mess of her, aren’t we? ”

“Fuck yes,” Gavin agreed.

Fuck, it was too much, too fucking good, and in seconds, I was coming again, a hard, fast orgasm tearing through my every muscle, my every cell.

And just when I thought I was finished, that there was nothing more my body could give, I tipped over another cliff’s edge in response to the feeling of Gavin coming in my pussy while Cade burst in my mouth.

Time felt slow as we all succumbed to our pleasure, and then even slower when I collapsed against Cade’s chest, Gavin pressing his warmth into my back.

Eventually though, I needed to return to reality, get dressed, go back to my life.

As I was leaving the beach house, every reason I’d shown up in the first place completely gone from my mind, my phone buzzed with an email.

The name of the sender stopped me in my tracks, had me opening the message with shaking hands right there in the front walkway.

It was the lab that had done Cade’s paternity test. The results at last—an answer to the biggest question of my life. And there, clear as day, read the truth of it: POSITIVE.

For only a split second, I considered going back inside.

Spilling the truth as quickly as I’d just learned it, to get the secret of it off my back.

But after the mind-bending sex I’d just had with the two men who might have been Daphne’s father, I felt I needed a little space.

If only to keep my head on track and avoid falling into another lustful haze.

That night, as I took Daphne through dinner, bath time, and finally her bedtime routine, I savored every second of her sweet voice telling me all about the newest daycare drama and how excited she was to see her grandparents in the next few days.

I appreciated every freckle on her little face, how much she resembled me.

I held her as she fell asleep, harkening back to days when she was smaller, the days when I had no worries that she’d be anyone’s but mine.

Things were going to change. Had already changed. But I didn’t have to break this news to Cade, to any of the guys, until I was ready. If I ever was.