Page 68 of Hot Dad Summer

“That’s one,” Wes said against her thigh.

She was still shaking when she pushed herself up on her elbows, hair wrecked, eyes burning, and looked straight at me. “You. Lie down.”

“Daisy.”

“You’ve been directing traffic long enough, Maximillian.” She planted a hand in the center of my chest and shoved, and I let her put me on my back because there wasn’t a force on this lake that could’ve stopped me. She crawled over me, worked my belt open with quick hands, and freed my aching dick. “You can’t help yourself, but I can. Remember?”

My own words from the porch swing, thrown right back at me. Then her mouth closed over my tip, tongue flicking my piercing, and she took me deep in one slow slide and every thought I had left went dark.

I locked my hands in her curls and held on while she sucked me like she’d been thinking about it all day. Behind her, Wes rose up and gripped her hips, dragging her ass into the air, and I felt her moan around my cock as he filled her in one hard thrust. The sound she made was filthy and perfect. Every stroke he gave her rocked her forward and pushed me deeper down her throat, and Flynn stretched out beside us, stroking her clit, murmuring to her about how good she was, how perfect, how well she was taking all of us.

I was watching the woman I loved get railed by my brother while she choked on my dick, and instead of the old panic, all I felt was full.

“Switch,” Wes ground out, pulling free of her before he finished too soon, and Daisy released me with a wet pop and hunger in her eyes.

She pushed Wes flat and climbed on top of him, sinking down on his cock with a long moan while he gripped her hips hard enough to leave prints and watched her tits bounce like a man hypnotized. Flynn knelt at her side and she turned her head, taking him into her mouth without being asked, one hand braced on Wes’s chest and the other wrapped around the base of Flynn’s dick.

“That’s it, baby, ride me.” Wes thrust up into her, setting a deep, rolling pace. “Look at you. So full and still hungry. I’m going to fill this pussy up tonight, Daisy. Every drop. You want that, don’t you?”

She moaned her answer around Flynn, who brushed her hair back from her face so he could watch himself slide past her lips. “So good, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”

And I knelt behind her, slicked my fingers, and pressed one against the tight hole I’d claimed at the cove. She jolted and pushed back against my hand, greedy, and I worked her open slow and thorough while my brothers kept her flying.

I leaned over her back and put my mouth at her ear. “I asked you a question on that beach, Daisy. Where you planned on taking a third cock.” I pressed a second finger in and felt her clench around Wes hard enough to make him swear. “Answer me for real this time.”

She pulled off Flynn, gasping. “There. Right there. Max, please. I want all of you. All three. Now.”

“Good girl.”

I lined myself up and pushed into her ass slow, inch by inch, gritting my teeth at how impossibly tight she was with Wes buried inside her. Beneath us, Wes went still, and Flynn cradled her jaw, and for one long moment the only sounds in the room were the four of us breathing.

She was shaking between us, stretched around both of us, and I felt every tremor move through all three of our bodies like we were one thing. Six and a half years I’d white-knuckled my life, certain that if I let go of anything, everything would come down. Buried inside Daisy with my brothers, her heartbeat pounding against my chest through her back, I finally understood what I’d actually been holding myself back from. It was this. It was her. And it was never going to break me.

“Okay?” Wes brushed her hair off her face.

“Finally,” she breathed, and none of us needed any more permission than that.

We moved. Badly at first, out of sync, Wes thrusting when I did until she squeaked and Flynn started laughing and said “left, no, my left,” and Daisy giggled around him, and then we found it, the same way we’d found everything that summer, all at once and like we’d been doing it for years. Wes rolled up into her from below, I drove into her ass with long, steady strokes, and Flynn filled her mouth, gentle even now, and Daisy took all three of us like she’d been made for it.

“You feel us, baby?” Wes wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged her head back so he could watch her face while he said it. “Both of us at once. So deep. This pussy is ours, Daisy. You’re ours.”

She came apart the first time with a scream that Flynn’s cock turned into a muffled, broken sound, her walls clamping down on Wes, her ass squeezing me so tight my vision sparked white at the edges. We fucked her through it and straight into the next one, and by the third she was crying and laughing at the same time, tears on her cheeks and her body still begging for more, and I never wanted it to end.

Flynn broke first. He pulled back, stroked himself twice, and came with her name on his lips, painting her lips and chin while she stuck her tongue out for him like a greedy little dream. Wes lasted three more strokes before he slammed her hips down and held her there, growling as he pumped her full, grinding up into her while she milked him, chanting his name.

And then it was just me. Daisy dropped forward onto Wes’s chest, wrung out and soaked and gorgeous, and looked back at me over her shoulder with heavy eyes.

“Come for me, Max.”

I stopped holding anything back. I gripped her hips and let go of the wheel completely, pounding into her while my brothers held her steady, and when I came it hit me so hard my roar probably carried across the lake, her name breaking apart in my mouth, every last wall I’d built coming down at once and nothing, absolutely nothing, collapsing.

We fell together in a sticky, boneless pile, a tangle of arms and legs with Daisy in the middle where she belonged.

“That’s my kidney,” Wes grunted.

“Then move your kidney,” Flynn said.

Nobody moved.