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LIAM
I’ve never thought of myself as the type who’d enjoy being called someone’s “good boy.” Never considered that hearing Dominic’s low growl of “Daddy” would make my cock leak. Yet here I am, practically melting as I trace my tongue over his nipple, desperate for more of his approval.
I must have a fucking daddy kink. Who knew?
Ryder’s eyes meet mine over Dominic’s heaving chest, that mischievous glint I’ve come to crave sparkling in them.
“Why don’t we have Cora sit on Daddy’s cock?” Ryder suggests, his voice honey-thick with arousal. “Get it nice and wet before it goes in an ass.”
The implication hangs heavy in the air. Whose ass? Mine? Cora’s, Ryder’s? The uncertainty makes everything more electric.
Dominic’s reaction is immediate—his head falls back against the couch, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. His hand tightens in Cora’s hair, not guiding her anymore but just holding on like she’s his anchor in a storm.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Yes.”
I watch his face contort with pleasure, that perfect control he always maintains slipping away completely. It’s intoxicatingseeing him like this—surrendering to what we all clearly want. His loss of composure triggers something primal in all of us.
Cora pulls back, lips swollen and eyes glazed with desire as she looks between the three of us. There’s something special about her—something that makes this work. We started this strange arrangement for revenge, but she’s become the center of our gravity, somehow making sense of what should be chaos.
Ryder helps her position herself over Dominic, and I find myself transfixed by the tableau they create. Mayor Pike is out there plotting against us, the press is having a field day with our personal lives, my career is potentially in shambles—but none of it seems to matter when we’re together like this.
Cora sinks down on Dominic with a soft gasp, and something in her expression reminds me why she’s become essential to whatever this is between us. She’s not just a means to an end anymore. She’s the key that’s unlocked something none of us knew we needed.
“Look at you taking Daddy’s cock so well,” I murmur against Cora’s ear as she rides Dominic with abandon. My hands slide up to cup her breasts, feeling their perfect weight as they bounce with each movement. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”
The flush on her chest spreads upward as I squeeze her nipples between my fingers, not gently. She likes it that way—we’ve all learned her body’s responses now.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking wet,” Ryder groans from where he’s kneeling beside them, his fingers circling her clit. “Tell Daddy how good his cock feels inside you.”
Cora’s head falls back against my chest, her body trembling between us. “So good,” she whimpers, her voice breaking as Dominic thrusts up to meet her downward motion. “God, Daddy, you feel so fucking good.”
My cock throbs painfully as I watch her perform. I lick along the shell of her ear before biting down on the lobe. “Bounce harder. Show Daddy how much you want it.”
“That’s it,” Dominic growls, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. “Take every fucking inch.”
I squeeze her breasts harder, rolling her nipples as she increases her pace. “Look at those pretty tits,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “Bouncing for all of us while you fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.”
“We love watching you fall apart,” Ryder adds, his fingers moving faster now. “Come on, princess, let go. Soak his cock while we watch.”
Between our filthy encouragement, Dominic’s relentless upward thrusts, Ryder’s skilled fingers, and my hands on her breasts, Cora is rapidly approaching the edge. Her movements become erratic, desperate.
“That’s it,” I urge against her neck, “show us what good girls do when they ride Daddy’s cock.”
Cora’s entire body goes rigid against me, her back arching as she cries out. I hold her steady as she comes, a rush of wetness gushing onto Dominic’s cock and thighs. He lets out a string of Spanish curses, his fingers digging harder into her hips as she trembles between us.
“Such a good girl,” Ryder purrs, his eyes dark with want as he watches the slick evidence of her pleasure coating Dominic. “Getting Daddy’s cock so wet for an ass.”
I can’t help but smile at the raw hunger in his expression. There’s something utterly fascinating about watching Ryder’s submission to Dominic, how eagerly he embraces it while I still maintain a careful distance from total surrender.
Cora’s breath comes in short gasps as she recovers. “Who goes next?” she asks, looking between Ryder and me. Her lipsare swollen from kissing, her skin flushed pink. “Will it be Ryder, or Liam?”
The fact that she’s asking—taking control in her own way—sends a flash of heat through me. I’m enjoying every second of her transformation.
“I’ll go next,” Ryder volunteers, eyeing Dominic’s still-hard cock. “I want to sit on Daddy’s cock.” He turns to Cora with a wicked grin. “But I want your sweet pussy on my cock while I do it.”
The mental image of what he’s suggesting makes my own cock throb painfully.
