All Chapters of YOURS, DADDIES : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Not hard. Not the way I expected from him — not fast or hungry or any of the things his energy had promised. He kissed me soft and slow and deliberate, like he was making a point, like he wanted me to feel every single millimeter of it. His lips moved against mine carefully, learning the shape of them, his thumb still at my jaw holding me right where he wanted me.My hands found his chest.I meant to push. I know that's what I meant. My palms landed against him and my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and I absolutely meant to push — but his mouth moved and every coherent thought I'd been holding onto went quiet. He kissed me like he had something to prove and all the time in the world to prove it, deep and slow and so thorough that my knees actually softened.I felt him smile against my mouth.He knew. Of course he knew.His hands moved to my waist — both of them, firm and warm through the thin fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

Slow. Both hands on my face now, thumbs at my jaw, still kissing me like there was nowhere else he needed to be. The backs of my knees hit the mattress and he pulled back just enough to look at me — my face, my eyes, checking something.Whatever he found there answered his question.He was so different from Reid. That was what kept catching me — the difference. Reid had been heat and motion and momentum, something that swept you up before you'd finished deciding. Callum was intention. Every single thing he did felt chosen. The way he laid me back against the pillows. The way his hands moved like he was paying attention to every response, cataloguing what made me breathe differently, what made my back arch, what made me say his name.I said his name a lot.He didn't rush. That was the thing about him — that devastating unhurried patience that I'd found so unnerving across dinner tables now applied entirely to me and it was so much worse up close. He took me apart slowly, carefully, thor

She came hard—sudden and intense—body bowing between us, a broken moan tearing from her throat. I kept licking her through it, gentler now, drawing it out while Callum kissed her neck and whispered things I couldn’t quite hear but could guess at. When she finally sagged, boneless and panting, I pulled back, lips shiny with her.Callum lifted her effortlessly onto the couch, laying her out on her back. I stripped my shirt off, then shoved my sweats down. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Sloane’s eyes widened, pupils blown as she looked between us.Callum was slower, more controlled, shedding his clothes like he had all the time in the world. But I saw the tension in his jaw, the way his cock curved heavy against his stomach. He wanted this as bad as I did.I moved up her body, kissing her stomach, the undersides of her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth while Callum took the other. She writhed under us, hands roaming—over my shoulders, down Callum’s back, like she couldn’t

Callum’s grip in my hair tightened, not forcing but guiding, his hips rocking gently. “You look so fucking perfect like this. Taking us both. Our girl.”*Our girl.* The words sank into me, warm and filthy and terrifyingly right. I sucked him harder, tears pricking my eyes from the depth, spit dripping down my chin.Reid pushed two fingers into my pussy, curling them, then added a third, stretching me open while his tongue pressed inside my ass. The burn was sharp and delicious, pushing me toward another peak way too soon. I was going to come again—shaking, drooling around Callum’s cock, completely wrecked.Callum pulled out of my mouth just as I started to tip over, stroking himself against my swollen lips. “Not yet. I want to be inside you when you come next.”They moved in sync, like they could read each other’s minds. Reid lay back on the wide sectional, pulling me on top of him so I straddled his hips. His cock nudged my entrance, slick and hot, and then he was sliding in—thick, f

Reid took me next, bending me forward so my hands braced on the bench seat built into the shower wall. Ass up, back arched, water pouring down my spine. He slid into my cum-slick pussy in one thrust, groaning at how sloppy and open I was. “Fuck, feel that? All of us mixed together. Such a dirty girl for your stepbrothers.”Callum knelt in front of me, his still-hard cock right at my mouth. I sucked him in eagerly, tasting myself and his release on him. The musky, salty mix made me moan around his length. He fucked my face in shallow thrusts while Reid railed me from behind—harder than before, one hand cracking against my ass in a sharp spank that made me jolt and suck Callum deeper.The sting bloomed into heat. Another spank. Then Reid’s thumb pressed against my asshole again, pushing inside alongside his cock in my pussy. The double fullness had my eyes rolling back. I was gone—lost in the overwhelming sensation of being used, filled, claimed by both of them at once.They passed me b