All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Jude came close enough that Lena had to tip her head to keep both of them in sight. He lifted his hand and stopped a finger’s width from her cheek.“Ask,” he said.Lena could have kissed him. She could have pulled Owen’s mouth down. She did neither yet. She turned her face so Jude’s fingers, when they landed, landed at the corner of her mouth. He traced that corner once. Slow. The way he did everything that mattered.Owen watched from an inch away. His breath was on her temple. His other hand slid under the back of her shirt and spread there, warm, claiming the skin Jude was not touching.Lena reached back and found Owen’s belt with one hand. With the other she took Jude’s wrist and held it, not pulling, just keeping his fingers at her mouth so the choice stayed visible.The mirror showed all of it. Three people who had not undressed. A bed that had been waiting with clean sheets. A note that told them not to leave too soon.Jude’s voice was almost nothing.“You used to shake when you

She did. She took him deeper. Her eyes watered and stayed open because the mirror was there and Owen had told her to look. Jude’s fingers curled. The pleasure came up sharp and dirty and she made a noise around Owen that he felt in his spine. He swore once, softly, like a man trying not to finish a sentence too soon.Jude stood. His mouth was wet. He pulled his shirt off in one motion and dropped it on the chair. He was leaner than Owen, paler at the chest, a line of hair down the centre that Lena had once followed with her teeth. He opened his trousers and took himself out. He did not stroke much. He waited, looking at Owen.Owen looked back.The air between the two men tightened. Lena felt it on her skin like weather.Owen pulled out of her mouth. He bent and kissed her, tasting himself, then he spoke to Jude without kindness or apology.“You can have her. You watch my face while you do it. If you close your eyes I will stop you.”Jude’s throat moved. “And you.”“What about me.”“Do

They did not sleep.The sweat cooled and then it didn’t. Lena’s hip stuck to Owen’s thigh. Jude’s mouth was open on her shoulder, not kissing, just breathing there like a man who had not finished thinking with his body. The sheet was wrecked. The window was a dead grey eye. Nobody had asked to leave.Lena sat up first.She was sore in the good ugly way. When she stood, come had dried in a tight map down her belly and onto her thigh. She did not clean it. She walked to the mirror naked and looked at the three of them in the spotted glass: two men on a ruined bed, her standing with her hair wrecked and her mouth dark.“Get up,” she said.Not a request. The room had already heard her ask. This was the next thing.Owen sat. Jude sat. They looked at her like the lock had changed hands.“Stand here,” Lena said. “Both of you. In front of me. I want a different picture.”They stood. The sloped ceiling made them duck. Their cocks were not soft. The air in the small room was thick with skin and

“Jude. In me. Standing.”He stepped in. He was taller. He bent his knees and shoved up into her in one stroke because she was soaked from his mouth and from watching. The sound she made hit the glass and came back at her. He fucked her standing like he had something to pay back, deep, lifting her onto her toes. Her cheek mashed the mirror. Her mouth left a print.Owen came to her side, turned her face from the glass, and put his cock, slick from Jude, against her lips.“Open.”She opened. She tasted Jude on her husband and did not pretend she didn’t. Owen fucked her mouth in short strokes timed to Jude’s hips so she was filled at both ends and there was no thought left, only wet and slap and the cold glass and the hot man behind her and the familiar weight on her tongue.Jude’s hand found her clit from the front, rude, fast, no tease. The other hand palmed her breast and pinched. Owen held her jaw.“Look at yourself,” Owen said.She looked sideways in the glass. A woman pinned and use

Lena did it herself from the front. She leaned over Owen’s back and brought her open hand down on the other cheek. The sting travelled. Owen made a noise like he was drowning. Jude fucked him through it, relentless.They kept him there on the edge of the table until his thighs shook and sweat ran down the groove of his spine into the place where Jude was buried. Lena slid off the table, dropped to her knees on the kitchen tile, and took Owen’s cock into her mouth while Jude kept pounding him.The angle was vicious. Every thrust shoved Owen deeper into her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, and stayed. She hollowed her cheeks and let Jude use Owen’s body to fuck her mouth by proxy. Spit ran down her chin onto the floor. Owen’s hands left the table and tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on.Jude leaned over Owen’s back, chest to spine, and spoke against his ear loud enough for Lena to hear.“Your wife is on her knees swallowing you while I ruin this hole. You going to thank