Spread Wide For Daddies(2)🫦💦💦

Chapter 17

Jenner’s POV

The next time the four of them were at the house for a late strategy meeting I made sure Collin was buried in a call in his office. The associates were spread through the living room with glasses of whiskey and open laptops.

I walked through in with nothing but one of Collin’s old button-downs, the fabric was barely reaching mid-thigh and completely unbuttoned at the top so the inner curves of my tits showed every time I moved.

Marcus was the one who followed me into the kitchen.

He did not bother with small talk. The second the door swung shut behind us he pinned me against the counter with his full weight, one hand already shoved up under the shirt to grab a bare ass cheek hard enough to sting.

“You have been walking around this house like a bitch in heat for weeks,” he growled against my neck. “Collin might be blind, but the rest of us are not.”

I pushed my ass back into his palm. “Then stop staring and do something about it.”

Marcus spun me around, lifted me onto the counter, and shoved the shirt open so my tits spilled free. His mouth latched onto one nipple and sucked hard while his fingers found the other and pinched it tugging it in circles until I gasped. He bit down just enough to make me jolt, then dragged his tongue across the sting.

“These pretty tits were made for men who know how to leave marks,” he muttered. “Not for soft boys your own age.”

I reached for his belt and he slapped my hand away and shoved two thick fingers straight into my already soaked slit without warning. The stretch burned in the best way. He pumped them hard and fast, curling against the front wall until the wet sounds my pussy made filled the quiet kitchen.

“Listen to that. Dripping for an old bastard who should know better. You want to get fucked like a dirty little secret, do you not?”

“Yes.” The word came out broken.

Marcus pulled his fingers out, shoved my thighs wider, and freed a heavy, veined cock that looked almost angry. He rubbed the thick head up and down my slit once, coating himself, then slammed in to the root in one brutal thrust. The air left my lungs. He did not give me time to adjust. He just started fucking me like he had been waiting years for the chance, hips snapping forward, the counter edge biting into my ass with every stroke.

“Tight little cunt,” he snarled. “Taking older cock like you were built for it. Collin would lose his mind if he knew his sweet stepdaughter was getting ruined on the kitchen counter.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and took every punishing thrust. The wet slaps of our skin was obscene. He grabbed both of my tits and used them as handles, squeezing hard while he pounded deeper. When I started moaning too loud he shoved three fingers into my mouth and made me suck them while he kept railing me.

“Quiet. Or I will drag you into that living room and let Victor and Hale watch me empty my balls in this greedy hole of yours.”

The threat only made me clench harder around him. Marcus cursed, yanked me off the counter, spun me around, and bent me over the edge. He drove back in from behind and reached around to rub my clit in rough circles. The orgasm hit me so hard my knees buckled. He held me up by the hips and kept fucking me through it until he buried himself deep and flooded me with thick pulses of cum.

He pulled out while I was still shaking. Hot sperm immediately started leaking down my thighs.

Marcus wiped his cock across my ass, pulled the shirt back down over me, and walked out like he had only come in for more ice.

I stayed bent over the counter for a full minute, trying to catch my breath, feeling his load slide out of me. My legs were weak. My cunt felt used and swollen. Experiencing that feeling from an older man made me want more.

Hale found me twenty minutes later in the upstairs hallway. I had cleaned up just enough that Collin would not notice if he walked past, but I still smelled like sex. Hale took one look at my flushed face and the way I was walking and knew.

He did not ask questions. He simply opened the door to the guest bathroom, pulled me inside, and locked it.

“Marcus already had you,” he said, voice flat. “I can smell him on you.”

I leaned back against the sink. “Are you jealous?”

Hale’s smile was slow and dark. “I am next.”

He turned me to face the mirror, shoved the shirt up over my hips, and pushed two fingers into my cum-slick cunt without warning. He watched my reflection the entire time he finger-fucked me, adding a third finger when I started pushing back against his hand.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Look at the way your face changes when an older man is knuckle-deep in this messy little fuckhole. Collin still thinks you are pure but lucky for him, we are going to ruin that idea completely.”

I watched my own mouth fall open in the mirror as Hale scissored his fingers inside me. When he pulled them out he replaced them with his cock in one smooth, deep stroke. He was thicker than Marcus, the stretch forced a broken sound out of my throat. Hale clamped a hand over my mouth and started thrusting in short, hard snaps that made my tits bounce in the reflection.

“You are going to take every inch and stay quiet,” he said against my ear. “If Collin hears you I will stop and leave you aching. Understand?”

I nodded against his palm. Hale removed his hand only to wrap it around my throat instead, not squeezing hard enough to cut air, just enough to remind me who was in control. He fucked me like that, eyes locked on mine in the mirror, until my legs started shaking again. When I came the second time he had to hold me up. He followed right after, grinding deep and unloading inside me with a low groan he bit off against my shoulder.

He stayed buried for a few extra seconds, then pulled out and watched his cum join Marcus’s as it dripped down my thighs.

“Do not clean up,” he said. “I want you sitting at that table tomorrow night with both of our loads still inside you while Collin talks about contracts.”

He left me alone in the bathroom, shirt still hiked up, two older men’s cum was nothing leaking out of me, cunt throbbing and already hungry for the third.

I cleaned just enough to be presentable and went back downstairs. Collin was still on his call. Victor looked up when I walked past the living room entrance. His eyes dragged over me slowly, lingering on the slight limp in my step and the fresh marks Marcus and Hale had left on my neck and thighs. He raised one eyebrow. I held his gaze and let the corner of my mouth curl.

Victor’s expression darkened with pure promise.

I went to my room, locked the door, and finally let my fingers slide through the sticky mess between my legs. Two of Collin’s closest friends had already used me like a convenient hole in his own house.

The third was clearly next. And my stepfather still had no idea that the girl he treated like a fragile glass was quickly becoming the secret slut his entire circle was passing around.

I fell asleep with three fingers buried inside myself and a smile on my face, already planning how far I could push it before someone finally told Collin the truth.