Chapter 3

My head jerked up, Grayson’s cock slipping from my lips as we both turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway.

The apology died on my tongue as a wave of desire crashed over me. My pulse pounded between my thighs, bolder now that he was here. Before I could second-guess myself, I tilted my body to give him a full view and purred, "How long have you been watching, Daddy?"

My fingers trailed lazily along Grayson’s length as I waited, breath hitching.

Harrison’s gaze raked over me—from my swollen lips to my peaked nipples, down to where I was bare and aching. His briefcase hit the floor with a thud, his suit jacket following. "Long enough," he growled, fingers working his shirt buttons.

The bulge in his slacks made my mouth water.

"Finish what you started, Evelyn," he commanded, shrugging off his shirt. His belt buckle clinked as he stalked toward me. "On your hands and knees. Since you were so eager to remind Grayson you’ve got more than one hole, let’s put them to work."

I lowered my mouth back to Grayson, but my eyes stayed locked on Harrison as he freed himself.

God.

Even thicker than Grayson, his cock stood proud—a solid nine inches that made my core clench. I’d never considered myself obsessed with size, but faced with both of them? My thighs trembled.

"You haven’t taken her yet?" Harrison demanded.

Grayson groaned, hips jerking as my tongue swirled. "N-no," he managed. "Just this."

"Good." Harrison knelt behind me, the broad head of his cock dragging through my slick but not pushing in. "You will. I want to watch my girl get wrecked by another man. But this tight little cunt?" He pressed forward just enough to make me whimper. "Mine first."

I released Grayson with a wet pop, stroking him fast as I begged, "Please, Daddy. I’ve needed you for so long."

Then I took Grayson deep, throat flexing around him until his balls pressed my chin.

"Fuck!" Grayson’s hips snapped up. "Harrison, if her pussy’s half as good as her mouth? You’re in for the ride of your life."

Harrison sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, stretching me impossibly full.

"So tight," he snarled. "So fucking wet."

One stroke and I was already shaking. Normally, I needed relentless clit stimulation, but sandwiched between them? I was already teetering on the edge.

A hazy thought surfaced—I hadn’t told either of them I wasn’t on birth control.

I almost stopped.

Then the heat of Harrison’s thrusts burned the hesitation away. I wanted this. Wanted them to claim me, fill me, breed me until my belly swelled. I didn’t care which of them did it.

Grayson came first, his release painting my face and neck in pearly streaks.

Harrison’s grip on my hips turned punishing, his pace ruthless. "Yes, Daddy!" I cried, arching back. "Breed me—please!"

With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, flooding my womb with heat.

We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap. Harrison pulled out, tucking himself away, while Grayson yanked his shorts up. Neither looked away as I sprawled on the rug, legs splayed, my used pussy glistening between them.

"No birth control?" Harrison’s voice was rough.

I shook my head. "Hope that’s not a problem."

Grayson’s laugh was dark. "Only makes me want to sink into that wet cunt more. Don’t care if he came in you first—I need to feel it."

My fingers slid between my thighs, both men watching hungrily as I circled my swollen clit.

Harrison sank onto the couch opposite Grayson—close enough to share me, but not that close.

"You’ll love her throat," Grayson muttered as I pushed two fingers inside myself. "If she’s got a gag reflex, she fucking hides it well."