Semua Bab Yes, Alpha Daddy: Bab 231 - Bab 240

CLOE POV Soren moved the music to the living room after lunch, one of those seamless setups that pipes your tunes from room to room. He took the sofa, and so did I, and so naturally my knee rested against his. He’d made me laugh so much. He made me smile, so hard. So many stories, of travels, and graphic design, and love, and sex, and life. Mainly I had stories about Tino, but he was interested. Genuinely, too. I could see it in his eyes. I could spend a lot of time around Soren D. A fuck of a lot of time. An early lunch was turning into a late one, but he hadn’t made any attempt to return to his project, and I wasn’t pushing it. I could have happily stayed there, slumped on his sofa while we talked the afternoon away, substituted mineral water for cold beer and laughed my way through until dawn. “So, yeah,” he grinned. “She, um, didn’t last long. Told me I was a freaky piece of crap and took off out of there.” “In her underwear?!” “In just her fucking knickers.” He laughed. “

CLOE POV Not nervous, not nervous, not nervous. Definitely not nervous. No way. I’d packed too many clothes for a night away, virtually the entire passable collection from my wardrobe, but what was a girl to do? A night out in Brighton could mean anything. Posh dinner? Ballroom dancing? A basement rave? Partying on the beach? Should have packed those glittery pumps. They’d pass for beach party attire. Crap. Soren smiled across at me, and I wished I could see his eyes through his shades. “Not too long now.” He turned the music up a notch, but Max tapped the back of his seat. “I’m expecting a call,” he said, gruffly, and Soren turned it back down. He shook his head at me, and I laughed. My neck prickled as Max leaned forward, his chiselled face appearing so close, right between our seats. “Some of us have to work,” he said, and then his phone started up. He’d been in the back seat the whole journey, his laptop on his lap and his phone beeping and whizzing. I didn’t mind. I liked i

CLOE POV Sun and cocktails and ice cream and a quick change of clothes, and we were out again, grooving to the beat at Club Wave, a dance bar on the beach, with loud tunes and disco lights, and dry ice and drag queens. I was covered in black sequins, a backless dress that barely covered my ass and sparkled under the lights, twirling in heels with a pink glitter nail polish on my toes. And there was Soren, in a tight white tee, his hipster jeans showing off the v of his hips as he danced at my side with glow-bands around his wrists. Soren had moves. He pumped the air and he twirled, whooping as the bass picked up. Soren was hot, and alive, and free. He pressed to my side, a hand on my waist, claiming me as his lips tickled my bare shoulder, and I wanted it. I wanted to be his. The track changed, and it was one I knew, one I liked. I jumped on the spot, cocktail confident and ready to party, then slung my arms around Soren's neck as he picked me up, spun me in his arms, only to drop

CLOE POV And it was the truth. I wanted this regardless of the money, then regardless of the money, and the thought was so crazy that I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. I lay back, pulling a pillow under my head and resting with my knees bent up, propped together. “Good girl,” Max said. “Relax.” Hands on my knees, easing them apart, and I let them fall, let them spread. “That’s so fucking nice,” Soren said. “Such a gorgeous fucking pussy.” He joined me at my side, trailed his fingers up my stomach. It felt so good when his lips pressed to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deep, and the bed dipped under Max’s weight as he lay to the other side of me. His fingers found my breast, circled then squeezed, tugging at my nipple enough to make me moan. He scissored my leg with his, spread me wider, and I could feel his cock, a heavy thump as it landed on my hip. Soren broke the kiss and angled my face to Max, and I closed my eyes and waited, my lips parted and

CLOE POV I sank back into the covers, loving the way the sensation built, and even though I was about to be fucked by two men, two big men, I wasn’t nervous. The nerves were all gone. I felt safe. I felt wanted. I felt like the most desirable woman on earth, lying there with my legs spread and my pussy filled to the hilt with cum and lube and the majority of Max’s big strong fist. My breath was even but deep, eyes closed as I focused on the need to come. Soren was so good, so skilled. He knew the right spot, knew the right speed, knew exactly what it would take to send my tender clit over the edge again. And I went over the edge again. I went hard. “Fuck,” I hissed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck.” And Max pushed. He pushed until I felt a bit of a plop, and my pussy sucked him in, took his whole fist inside me. “Yes,” he said. “Good girl, Cloe. Good girl.” I was borderline delirious, jerking and bucking and desperate to take them. They didn’t waste time. I was still co