All Chapters of DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We didn’t even pause to catch our breath after the prone stack. Jaxon pulled out of me first—slow, careful, his cock still hard and glistening with my wetness—and rolled onto his back beside me. His chest heaved, sweat shining on every ridge of muscle, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Rylan stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed, stroking himself lazily, eyes locked on both of us like he was deciding which hole to claim next.Jaxon reached for me, hands sliding up my thighs. “Come here, Cress. Ride me.”I straddled him without hesitation, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. My pussy was so swollen and sensitive that just brushing against the head of his cock made me hiss. I lowered myself slowly, feeling him stretch me open again—thick, hot, filling every inch until my ass met his pelvis. I rocked forward once, grinding my clit against him, and the friction sent a fresh jolt through me.Rylan moved behind Jaxon. He grabbed the lube bottle from the nightstan

2The living-room carpet scratched my knees as I sank down between them. The lamp in the corner cast long shadows across the floor, turning the room warm and hazy, like the air itself had thickened with everything we weren’t saying. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my clit, in every shallow breath I took. Elliot and Damien stood side by side in front of me—naked now, cocks jutting forward, flushed and heavy. Elliot’s was longer, straight, the head already slick with pre-come; Damien’s thicker, slightly curved, veins standing out under the skin. Both of them looked down at me with eyes that burned in different ways: Elliot’s dark and quiet, like he was memorizing every inch of me; Damien’s sharp and hungry, like he already knew exactly how this would end.I wrapped my fingers around both of them at the same time. Elliot’s skin felt hotter, velvet-smooth over steel; Damien’s thicker, the weight of him filling my palm completely. I stroked slow—root to tip—feeli

My arms braced against the couch armrest, the worn fabric rough under my palms as I held myself up. The living-room air felt heavier now, thick with the scent of our sweat and the faint, lingering fruitiness of the rosé that still buzzed in my veins. My ass was high, knees digging into the cushion, thighs spread wide enough that I could feel the cool draft from the open window brushing my exposed skin. Every breath I took pulled in the musky smell of arousal—mine, theirs—mixing with the carpet's faint musty odor from where we'd been kneeling earlier. My pussy throbbed, swollen and slick, the remnants of my last orgasm still dripping down my inner thighs in slow, warm trails.Damien stepped behind me first. His hands gripped my hips—fingers digging into the soft flesh just above my hipbones—and he lined himself up without a word. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, parting my folds, slick with my own wetness. He pushed in slow at first—inch by thick inch—stretching me open until h

My body still trembled from the last waves of orgasm as they helped me off the couch arm. The carpet felt rough under my feet, grounding me a little while my thighs stuck together with the mix of their come and my own wetness. The room smelled stronger now—like salt and musk, the faint tang of lube from Elliot's finger earlier lingering in the air. My skin was slick with sweat, cooling in the draft from the window, and every movement sent fresh pulses through my clit, reminding me how swollen and sensitive I was. Elliot's eyes met mine as he sat back on the couch—dark, intense, filled with that quiet storm he'd always hidden—and he pulled me toward him. Damien grabbed the lube bottle from the side table, the cap snapping open with a click that made my stomach flip.Elliot guided me onto his lap, hands steady on my hips. "Ride me, Sienna," he said, voice low and rough, like he'd been holding those words back for years. His cock stood hard against his stomach, pre-come beading at the ti

My body felt like it was on fire—every nerve lit up, trembling from the last orgasm that had left me shaking between them. The couch cushions stuck to my sweaty skin, the fabric rough and warm under my knees as I stayed straddled over Elliot, his cock still buried deep in my pussy, pulsing with every shallow breath he took. Damien pressed close behind me, his length thick in my ass, the stretch a constant, aching fullness that made my thighs quiver. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the lube and come from earlier, cooling in sticky trails that ran between us. The room smelled like us now—sharp salt, musky arousal, the faint metallic tang of exertion hanging heavy in the air. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my clit, in my throat, in the way my pussy clenched around Elliot without me even moving.No more edging. No more slow build.Damien's hands gripped my hips harder—fingers bruising the skin—and he pulled back slow, then slammed forward. The force rocked me down ont