Chapter 5

Grayson’s cock slid lower, nestling between my slick folds, teasing my entrance without pushing inside. A moan escaped my lips as the tip brushed against my clit, sending sparks through my body. My eyelids fluttered shut.

"Eyes open," Harrison commanded sharply. "I want you watching me when he finally takes you."

Grayson shifted his hips, and I gasped as the thick head of his cock breached me. "Daddy," I whimpered, struggling to keep my gaze locked on Harrison’s as pleasure threatened to drown me. "Daddy, he’s inside me—it’s so much!"

"We’re both going to ruin you in the best way," Harrison murmured darkly. Behind me, Grayson began moving, slow and deep, each thrust sending waves of heat through my core. His hands kneaded my breasts, the pressure exquisite against the fullness of him inside me.

Harrison’s fingers dipped between my thighs, parting me to find my clit swollen and desperate.

"Two men worshiping your pretty little cunt, princess," he purred, his touch feather-light, maddening. "Both of us devoted to making you scream."

Trapped between them, I was drowning in sensation. Grayson’s breath grew ragged, his thrusts turning harder, faster, as he chased his own release. Harrison’s fingers teased mercilessly, keeping me balanced on the knife’s edge of another orgasm.

"Fuck," Grayson groaned. "She’s like a vise. I won’t last—Christ, it’s been too long."

"Yes! Grayson—Daddy—!" Harrison’s fingers pressed harder, and that was all it took. Pleasure detonated, my walls clenching around Grayson’s cock as I shattered.

A second later, Grayson cursed, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me, heat flooding my core.

Harrison didn’t stop, his fingers coaxing me through the aftershocks until I trembled.

Grayson pulled out, collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied groan. But my attention was fixed on Harrison—his cock hard and glistening, precome beading at the tip.

Without hesitation, I kissed my way down his stomach and took him into my mouth. Grayson had been thick, stretching my lips, but Harrison was more. I worked him slowly, inch by inch, my fingers cradling his heavy sac, tracing the coarse hair there.

Harrison shuddered.

"Her mouth is sinful, isn’t it?" Grayson mused, watching.

"Fuck yes," Harrison gritted out, his hands tangling in my hair. He tightened his grip—just shy of painful—and I whimpered. Instantly, his hold gentled.