All Chapters of Yes, Daddies: Submitting to the four brothers.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MARIAN.I don’t know what to say to that, I have no idea how to respond to them so I just chuckle before looking out the window, and I see that the jet already levels out high above the clouds.Our food soon arrives—light, perfect, plated like art, and we eat not so quietly as conversation starts flowing easily. They ask me what I want to do, and I haven’t given it that much thought, but I tell them what comes to mind.I haven’t slept well in days, so the first thing I intend to do is sleep until my eyes can no longer close. They laugh at it, but it isn’t mocking, and they promise to make sure that I get my beauty sleep.I catch Zayden watching my mouth when I take a bite as Zephyr’s knee stays pressed against mine the entire time, and Aeron’s fingers brush my wrist when he passes me water while Tristan’s eyes never leave mine for long.Then when we finish eating, the plates are cleared as the hostess disappears behind the forward curtain. The cabin is quiet except for the low roar of

MARIAN. I swallow the lump that’s already lodged at the back of my throat as I nod, and when I do, Zayden doesn’t make me wait even a second longer, it’s almost as though he can see just how badly I want him inside me. It’s not going to be surprising, my pussy is a complete mess, and my heart is racing, plus, I’m also trying to push myself forward so that I can have his cock buried in my cunt. “Good girl.” Zayden smiles as he pushes forward in one slow, relentless slide, the thick head of his cock stretching me open until I’m forced to take every inch. “Fuckkk.” I whimper as his cock makes his way into my pussy. The burn is so fucking delicious—and deep and so fucking full I can’t breathe for a second. My pussy clenches hard around him the second he’s buried to the hilt, and a broken sound rips out of my throat. “Fuck… would you look at that.” Aeron growls, already leaning over me. He captures one nipple between his teeth and bites down just hard enough to make my back arc

TRISTAN.Marian’s still got Aeron’s cock in her mouth when I move. The sight of her—naked, shaking, thighs wet with everything we’ve already fucked out of her—hits me harder than the altitude.Her lips stretch around him, cheeks hollowed, eyes glassy and half-lidded as spit and precum shine on her chin. The seat beneath her is soaked dark, and my brothers are hard again already, watching her like she’s the only oxygen left on this plane.I don’t ask permission. Neither of us do whenever it comes to Marian.Even though the words haven’t left our mouth yet, I know damn well that she knows how we feel, and even though she’s still married to that bastard, I know she feels the same way. We all know.I step in behind Aeron, one hand sliding into Marian’s hair, the other wrapping around the base of his cock so I can feel her lips brush my fingers every time she takes him deeper.She makes a soft, broken sound around him when she realizes I’m there. “There, there bunny, look at you.” I murmur

MARIAN.I turn in my sleep, and the first thing I notice is the space. There is way too much of it right here. My arm stretches across cool sheets that feel like they cost more than most people’s monthly rent, and instead of hitting a warm body or the edge of a narrow jet seat, it just keeps going.Wait.The mattress beneath me is obscenely soft, so fucking soft that I feel like I could be asleep forever on it, and I sink into it like it’s trying to keep me from all the evil in the world.Are jet beds supposed to feel like this?For a few long seconds, I just lie there, breathing in the quiet, trying to remember how I ended up somewhere this comfortable because we’ve established that I’m no longer in the private jet.There is no shaking, just smooth whatever this is, and there are no voices around me, but then I know that we couldn’t have possibly been in a crash because if we were, everywhere would be noisy.I apologize for taking a dark turn with my thoughts, but who can blame me? I

MARIAN.I can’t help but laugh despite myself as I click my teeth and withdraw my gaze. “Good decision.” I say, and they all laugh, although the sound isn’t loud, it makes me feel as though I’m being wrapped in the warmest blanket ever.Tristan reaches for a tray I hadn’t noticed on the side table, and it has fresh fruit, soft bread, something that smells like eggs and herbs, a glass of water and another of what looks like fresh juice.He settles it carefully across my lap once I’m propped against the pillows again. “I’ll feed you.” He says, the words rolling off his tongue like it’s the most natural thing ever, and I feel something soft flutter in my chest.I open my mouth to protest that I can feed myself, that I don’t want them fussing over me like this even though I’m enjoying every single attention I’m getting from them, but the first piece of fruit he holds to my lips is cool and sweet, and the quiet attention in his eyes makes the words die.Giving up, I let him feed me, and th