All Chapters of DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My knees dug into the edge of the mattress, the cheap springs groaning under my weight every time I shifted. I was positioned perfectly—ass high, back arched, face hanging just over the foot of the bed so my mouth was level with Rylan’s hips. The room smelled thick now: sweat, sex, the sharp bite of tequila still lingering on our breath, and the unmistakable wet musk rolling off my own body. My thighs were slick all the way down to my knees. Every breath I took made my nipples drag against the rough sheet, sending little shocks straight to my clit.Jaxon stepped up behind me first. His hands gripped my hips—fingers digging into the soft flesh just above my hipbones—and he lined himself up without teasing. The fat head of his cock nudged my entrance, parting my swollen lips, then pushed in slow and steady until his pelvis pressed flush against my ass. I felt every inch stretch me open again, the familiar burn of him filling me so completely that my eyes fluttered shut.“Fuck, Cress,” h

Chapter 64My arms were shaking so badly I had to lock my elbows just to stay upright on all fours. Come was still cooling on my lower back and ass cheeks—sticky, slowly sliding toward the cleft where it mixed with the lube Rylan had already worked into me. The room felt smaller now, air thick with our combined scents: sharp sweat, the faint metallic tang of arousal, the lingering bite of tequila on our tongues. Every breath I took pulled more of it into my lungs until I felt dizzy from it.Jaxon lay back on the bed first, knees bent, feet planted flat so his hips were angled up. His cock stood rigid against his stomach—still hard, veins dark and prominent, the head flushed an angry red from how long he’d been edging. He reached for me, hands gentle on my waist even though his eyes burned.“Climb on, Cress,” he said quietly. “Slow. Let me feel you settle.”I swung one leg over him, straddling his hips. My thighs trembled as I lowered myself. The head of his cock parted me easily—I was

Chapter 66My body felt like it had been rewired—every nerve ending raw and live, humming with the kind of overload that made my skin feel too tight. I was still straddling Jaxon reverse-cowgirl, thighs burning from holding the position so long, pussy stretched and slick around him. Rylan knelt behind me, cock buried deep in my ass, the lube long since warmed by our bodies into something slippery and obscene. Their breathing matched mine now—short, ragged pulls of air that filled the room with wet, desperate sounds.No more slow build. No more teasing edges.Jaxon’s hands clamped onto my hips and yanked me down hard onto his cock. The sudden depth made me cry out—sharp, throat-scraped. Rylan followed instantly, thrusting forward until his pelvis slapped against my ass. They didn’t coordinate anymore; they just fucked. Fast. Rough. No holding back.Every thrust from behind shoved me forward onto Jaxon. Every upward snap of Jaxon’s hips drove me back onto Rylan. The rhythm turned brutal

Sunlight sliced through the gap in the thin motel curtains, sharp, pale, cutting across the tangled sheets and our bodies still glued together with dried sweat and come. I woke first, or maybe I just became aware of it first: the slow, heavy throb between my legs, the dull ache in my ass and pussy, the sticky film on my inner thighs that pulled every time I shifted. Jaxon’s arm was slung across my waist, his cock half-hard and pressed against the small of my back even in sleep. Rylan was on my other side, face tucked into my neck, one leg thrown over mine like he was claiming territory in his dreams.I didn’t move right away. I just lay there, breathing them in—the sharp salt of dried sweat, the faint musk of last night still clinging to all three of us, the way their skin felt fever-hot against mine even after hours of cooling. My nipples tightened just from the contact, brushing Jaxon's forearm. A fresh pulse of wetness slipped out of me, slow and warm, reminding me how full they’d

(Jaxon’s POV)She’s flat on her stomach in the middle of the mattress, legs spread just wide enough for me to settle between them. The sheets are wrecked—damp patches everywhere, the faint chlorine smell of shower water still clinging to our skin mixed with the thick, heady scent of sex that’s been building since we woke up. Cressida’s ass is up slightly, back dipped in that perfect arch she makes when she’s begging without words. Her hair’s fanned across the pillow, dark strands sticking to her neck from the shower. I can see the faint red marks on her hips from where I gripped her last night, and fresh ones blooming now from my thumbs pressing in as I line myself up.I slide into her pussy slow—real slow—watching the way her lips part around me, slick and swollen from everything we’ve already done. She’s so wet it’s obscene; I bottom out with one long glide and feel her clench immediately, a soft, broken moan vibrating up from her chest into the pillow. Fuck. That sound alone could