Semua Bab Dirty Daddies Underground: Bab 21 - Bab 25

Theo's POVShe's gone quiet in that particular way that tells me exactly where her head's at. That hazy, floaty place where her body moves because she trusts us to guide it, to use it, to care for it. She's no longer trying to shift control with subtle pushes or clever little tricks. That sharp edge of teasing submission is gone, melted down into something softer, deeper. She's slipped, completely and beautifully, into her subspace.Her body rests easily in our hands now, like she's offering herself up entirely. I ease forward, my hands steadying her hips as I press the tip of my cock against the slick heat of her entrance. She whimpers softly, the sound barely more than a breath, and when I push a little more, I feel the tension of resistance. Not refusal, not denial, just the physical barrier of a body unaccustomed to being taken like this."I need lube," I say quietly, my voice low but firm.Nathan glances toward me, brows drawn slightly, but he doesn't speak.Mason gives a quiet l

Mason's POVI watch Theo move, see the raw edge in the set of his jaw and the grip of his hands as he braces Harper's hips for one final thrust. He's giving in to restraint, not desire, and I can see the frustration etched in the way his shoulders roll as he pulls out. His cock is still hard, slick with her wetness, but his eyes have shifted to Nathan. A silent command passes between them, and Nathan steps in without a word.He doesn't need to speak. None of us does anymore. There's a rhythm to the three of us, forged by years of shared play and deeper bonds than most would ever understand. So I step aside, allowing him space behind her, but I stay in front, close enough to see everything, the tremble in her thighs, the curve of her back, the way her body flinches as Nathan's hands settle at her waist.She's still trembling, still caught in that edge of subspace, where everything is a blur and nothing is real unless we give it weight. I can see it in the way her eyes barely stay open,

Nathan's POVCarefully, I reposition her trembling body, cradling her gently until her back rests firmly against my chest. She's barely conscious now, her soft whimpers feathering through the quiet room, each breath an effort, each little shudder a testament to how deeply we pushed her tonight. I stroke her damp hair back from her flushed cheek, my chest tight with something both tender and fiercely protective.Theo shifts closer, a grin full of dark promise spreading slowly across his face. I shake my head slightly, warning clear in my expression."Just one more," he whispers softly, eyes glinting with a familiar hunger, an eagerness I've seen countless times before. "She deserves a lot more, Nathan. She earned it."I hesitate, torn between concern for her fragile state and the knowledge that he's right, she's been flawless, perfect in every painful, beautiful moment. She's given us more than we ever expected."Careful," I murmur, relenting with a faint nod. My hold tightens around h