Daddies Brat

He spreads my cheeks and Lord help me, I gasp. His tongue sets to work dragging up my slit and I’m dripping all over him in seconds.

My sex squeezes around his probing fingers and he has me panting in record time. I twist to watch when I hear three zippers grate open like a dark promise of torture.

My lips part and I start to pant when Warren steps up behind me. He’s fisting his shaft, the thick head swollen. He grazes the cheek of my ass, smearing his precum over me possessively.

Strong hands grip my ass and I arch off the back of the couch when he slides through my slick channel, his balls slapping my clit. No buildup. No foreplay. Just desperate, raw need.

He pumps one, twice and one more time before pulling out and his friend takes his place between my legs. The fat head of his cock nudges me open and I feel every inch of him bury inside me. He repeats the motions fucking me hard and fast, but depriving me of what I really want. And the next moves in.

I’m in the middle of a reverse harem roulette.

A hot mouth trails down my back only to abruptly end with teeth sinking into the flesh of my ass. I moan and push back when that same mouth works the area with kisses softly taking away the pain. “Grip the couch and take what your men are giving you.”

My men.

I’m too lust stupid to tell who is saying what. The edge to the voice is an added stroke against my libido and I’m ready to come. The world fades away until it’s only us.

Ripples of my climax roll through my core and my pussy tightens.

“Oh no, you don’t get to come yet.”

I huff, shooting daggers over my shoulder to see it’s Erik fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts. Daemon and Warren off to the sides.

“Who was Brooklyn talking about?” Daemon snarls. He reaches to cup my jaw, drawing my gaze to his. And it hits me. Lust dazed and all. He’s jealous. One look at their scowling faces tells me they all are.

The idea of them being jealous of me has my head spinning.

A massive cock is deep inside my pussy slamming home with powerful thrusts. Each time my lover sinks in I cry out with so much pleasure racing through my body.

“You have to understand something, sweetheart. We might like to share among ourselves, but there will never be another man but us.”

Warren’s voice is primal, possessive. I have to focus on the words, really focus.

They pass me to my next lover and I brace myself over the back of the couch. Thank God it’s stuffed to capacity or this little game of theirs would leave bruises. But my men always take better care of me than that.

“Never,” I assure them. My chest shakes from the force of my heavy breathing.

“We’ve already lived that. Never again. You’re ours.”

Another lover? They’ve shared before.

“Is there anyone else?”

I find it hard to speak but Daemon doesn’t care. He pounds into me, thrusting through my juices and sending me into an orgasm so hard I can’t breathe, can’t speak… only feel the millions upon millions of cells in my body ignite.

“Come, sweetheart. Now!”

“No,” I scream through my climax. My pussy pulsates so hard I can barely find my voice. “No,” I say again with more conviction.

My eyes fly open but before I can take in all of what they’ve revealed, Erik has a demand of his own. “Turn around. On your knees. Mouth open,” he commands with a voice so full of heat I don’t dare disobey.

They are breathing as hard as I am. I fall to my knees on the polished marble. All three fist their angry cocks, pumping them furiously. The second I open my mouth hot shots of cum spill over my tongue, breasts and belly.

For long seconds they continue to work their lengths until I am wearing every last drop of their sperm.

I blush scarlet as they take in the sight of me covered in their milk. Claimed again. I will tell them about my father, but not yet. It’s not time.

Erik reaches to pull me off of the floor, but I don’t take his hand. Instead I crawl back.

“I’ll be right there. I just need a minute. Please.”

All three slowly turn and enter a room off to the side.

I need a second to process everything they’ve just told me. They called me theirs. No one has ever said that to me before. Pushing my heart out of my throat I also cling to other words. Ones that stung. They’ve shared other lovers. Of course they have. I can’t be so naive as to think I am the only one. But it stings nonetheless.

I have no claim on them and words are tricky. What they say in the height of passion doesn’t always mean what my brain and heart want them to mean. I grab my phone and snap a quick shot of the moment in time all three professed I belonged to them, that I am wanted.

I stand and pad my way into the bedroom. I can’t let myself get swept away by beautiful scenery, the best sex of my life and something that is meant to only be a winter fling.

The second I enter the bathroom they pull me in and take turns washing different parts of me. After, they want to dry me off but I shoo them away.

“I got this. Promise.”

Warren hangs back, so many questions buried in his gaze. His lips are drawn tight and I notice the hurt on his face.

“Later, okay?” I’ve come to depend on them always being there for me, doing things for me and it’s a dangerous addiction I can’t afford. My heart is already open to them. Much more and I’ll be in love. A realization that has my head spinning.

He watches me with dark eyes and I know he’s mentally warring between giving me space or demanding I give him the answers he wants. Finally, after a long minute he gives a curt nod and leaves me to myself.

I forgo clothes and crawl to the middle of the bed exhausted. The curtains are drawn, I have no idea what time it is but I need sleep. I faintly feel each kiss me before I fall into oblivion.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Sometime later I wake to find the room blanketed in black. The only source of light is a small sliver of space through the cracked door.

I grab my phone and quickly check the time. My eyes are blurry at first but I quickly come awake when I hear a voice outside the room.

I ease my way to the door and it’s Erik.

“She’s not lying just because she hasn’t said anything, man.”

Lying? Who thinks I am lying?

Someone says something in a low murmur I can’t make out. I dare to get a little closer to the door. Don’t judge, okay? I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but it is me who they are talking about.

“I can’t believe there’s a chance she’s seeing someone else. How could we not pick up on it?”

My lips draw into a pucker of frustration. Did I not tell them I wasn’t seeing anyone? That there is no one else? It’s clear to me that whoever broke their hearts must have done a real number.

“I don’t think there’s a cheating bone in her body. She has barely picked up her phone since we put her on our plane.” Daemon. At least someone believes me.

There’s a long pause that eats at my patience.

“I think I love her. I think we all have since the first damn day at Westmoore. Tell me I’m not right.”

It grows silent. So quiet I fear my racing heart can be heard throughout the hotel suite.

Someone groans and a sigh of frustration drifts in before I hear Erik say, “You’re not. At least for me.”

But there’s one voice I don’t hear chime in with the others and I back away from the door silently, my heart breaking into a million pieces.