Craving Three Daddies To Hurt My Ex

FOURSOME

ISABEL

He's gone.

My husband of three years is actually gone. I sit there on the bed, processing, and then suddenly I'm shaking. Not from fear or sadness, but from the sheer adrenaline crash.

"Hey," Ares says gently, his hand on my shoulder. "You're okay. You're safe now."

"I know," I manage to say. "I just... I can't believe I actually did that."

"You were magnificent," Marco says, and there's genuine admiration in his voice. "I've seen hardened businessmen crumble under less pressure."

"He's never going to forgive me for that humiliation," I say, reality setting in. "He's going to try to destroy me."

"Let him try," Harvey says darkly. "He'll find out exactly how protected you are now."

I look up at this cold, intense man who's appointed himself my protector. "Why? Why are you all doing this? You don't even know me."

"Maybe not yet," Ares says softly. "But we'd like to. If you'll let us."

"What just happened—" I gesture at the bed, at us, "—that was supposed to be revenge. Just revenge. Getting back at Leo, and making him hurt like he hurt me."

"Was it?" Marco asks quietly. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looked like more than revenge."

He's right. Somewhere between the bar and this bed, something shifted. What started as calculated payback transformed into something real.

I felt it in Ares's kiss, in Harvey's protective fury, in Marco's possessive touch, and God help me, I want more.

"I should probably get dressed," I say, suddenly aware that I'm still in my underwear, sitting on a bed with three fully clothed men.

"Should you?" Ares asks, and there's heat in his eyes again. "Because I'm thinking maybe we should finish what we started."

My breath catches. "What?"

"That was for show," Marco says, his grey eyes intense. "For Leo, but the way you kissed Ares? The way you responded to our touches? That wasn't for show, Isabel. That was real."

"I—" I don't know what to say. My body is still thrumming with arousal, with the half-finished desire they stoked to hurt Leo.

"We could leave," Harvey offers, though his eyes say he desperately doesn't want to. "Give you space to process everything that just happened."

"Or," Ares says slowly, his hand sliding up my arm, "we could stay. We could take care of you, make you feel good, and help you forget the last three years with someone who didn't deserve you."

I should say no. I should send them home, process this alone, and make sensible decisions, but sensible decisions led me to Leo. It led me to three years of abuse and misery. Maybe it's time to be reckless.

"Stay," I whisper. "Please stay."

The three men exchange one of those loaded glances.

"Are you sure?" Marco presses. "Because what happened before was a performance. What we're talking about now is real. Once we cross that line-"

"I want to cross it," I interrupt. "I want to feel something other than broken. I want to feel desired. I want..." I swallow hard. "I want all three of you."

"f**k," Ares breathes reverently.

"That's a lot to ask for," Harvey warns, but his eyes are burning now. "Are you prepared for that? For all three of us?"

I think about it honestly. Am I ready for this? To sleep with three men I met hours ago? To dive headfirst into something so far outside my experience that I can't even predict the consequences?

But when I look at them, Ares with his playful heat, Marco with his controlled intensity, and Harvey with his dark promise, I know my answer.

"Yes," I say firmly. "I want all three of you. Tonight. Right now."

"Then you'll have us," Marco says, his voice dropping to a growl. "Every inch of us."

He moves first, climbing fully onto the bed, crowding into my space. His hand cups my face, tilting my head back.

"Last chance to change your mind," he murmurs.

Instead of answering with words, I pull him down and kiss him.

"I want this," I admitted, breaking the kiss. "I really want this."

I reach behind me, unclasping my bra completely and letting it fall away. I'm completely naked now, still wet, still needy despite the orgasm they already gave me.

"I want you," I say clearly. "All three of you. Tonight. Right now, I want you to make good on every promise I made to Leo. I want you to f**k me until I forget he ever existed, and I want you three to f**k me till I can't walk again."

"Christ," Marco mutters, already pulling off his shirt. "You're going to kill us."

"What a way to go," Ares grins, following suit.

Harvey is the last to move, but when he does, it's with purpose. He strips methodically, revealing hard muscles and scars and finally, his c**k, thick and long and already leaking at the tip.

All three of them are impressive, but seeing them naked, seeing their c***s hard and ready for me, makes my mouth water and my p***y clench.

"How do you want us?" Marco asks, now completely naked, his c**k juttingly proud from his body.

"I want..." I swallow hard. "I want to taste you. All of you."

Ares groans. "f**k yes, and you will."

They arrange themselves, Ares sits against the headboard, and I crawl to him on hands and knees, very aware that this position puts my ass and p***y on display for Marco and Harvey.

I take Ares's c**k in my hand first, marveling at the weight and heat of it. He's long and thick, the head flushed dark and already glistening with pre-c*m.

"You don't have to-" he starts, but I cut him off by licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft.

"I want to," I murmur, then take him into my mouth.

He groans, his hand fisting in my hair gently, not pushing, just holding. I work him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, and what makes his hips jerk.

Behind me, I feel hands on my ass, Marco's, I think spreading my cheeks.

"Can I taste you?" he asks. "Please, I need to taste this perfect pussy."

"Yes," I gasp around Ares's c**k, and then Marco's tongue is on me.

He licks me from c**t to ass and back again, his tongue delving inside me, f*****g me with it while I suck Ares. The double sensation is overwhelming.

Harvey appears beside the bed, his c**k at mouth level, and I reach for him with my free hand, stroking him while I alternate between sucking Ares and taking Harvey into my mouth.

"So f*****g good," Ares groans. "Your mouth is incredible."

"She tastes like heaven," Marco mutters against my p***y. "So sweet, and so wet."

I'm lost in sensation, the taste of Ares and Harvey on my tongue, Marco's skilled mouth on my p***y, the knowledge that I'm being pleasured by three men simultaneously.

Marco adds his fingers, two of them sliding easily into my soaked p***y while his tongue focuses on my c**t. The combination sends me spiraling towards another orgasm.

I c*m with Ares's c**k in my mouth, moaning around him, and the vibration makes him curse and pull me off.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to c*m down your throat," he warns.

"Later," I promise breathlessly. "Right now, I need to be f****d. Please, I need one of you inside me."

They don't need to be told twice. Marco moves first, pulling me up so I'm on my hands and knees. He positions himself behind me, the head of his c**k nudging my entrance.

"Protection?" he asks, even now, even this far gone with lust.

"Birth control. Clean. Please, just f**k me already."

He slides in with one smooth thrust, and we both groan. He's thick, stretching me perfectly, and hitting deep.

"f**k, you're tight," he grits out, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "So f*****g perfect."

He starts to move, long deep strokes that make me see stars. Ares positions himself in front of me again, and I take him back in my mouth, loving the way he groans.

Harvey's hand finds my c**t, rubbing in tight circles while Marco f***s me from behind and I suck Ares.

It's overwhelming, obscene, and perfect. I c*m again, my p***y clenching around Marco's c**k, and he follows with a shout, pulling out to spill on my back but they're not done with me.

Ares is next. He flips me onto my back, spreading my thighs wide and settling between them.

"I've been dying to feel this perfect cunt," he says, sliding his c**k inside me in one smooth motion.

He's longer than Marco, hitting even deeper, and the angle has me gasping. He f***s me with long, smooth strokes, his mouth finding my n****e, sucking and biting until I'm writhing beneath him.

"That's it," he encourages. "Take it. Take my cock."

Harvey moves to my side, and I reach for him, stroking his thick length while Ares pounds into me.

"Going to c*m," I warn, feeling the familiar tightening.

"c*m on my c**k," Ares demands. "Let me feel it."

I shatter, screaming my release, and Ares follows, groaning my name as he fills me.

Finally, Harvey, he's been patient, letting the others go first, but now his control is clearly hanging by a thread.

"Can you take more?" he asks, his blue-grey eyes intense.

"Yes," I breathe, though I'm exhausted and oversensitive. "Please. I want all of you."

He gathers me in his arms, positioning me in his lap so I'm straddling him. His c**k is intimidatingly thick, but I'm so wet, so stretched, that when I sink down onto him, he slides in easily.

The fullness is incredible.

"Ride me," he commands, his hands on my hips, guiding me.

I do, rolling my hips, and finding a rhythm. He leans forward, capturing my n****e in his mouth, and the added stimulation has me climbing again.

"I can't," I gasp. "I can't c*m again."

"Yes, you can," he says against my breast. "One more. Give me one more."

His hand slides between us, finding my c**t, and despite my exhaustion, my body responds.

When I c*m this time, it's almost painful in its intensity. I collapse against Harvey's chest, feeling him pulse inside me as he finds his own release.

We stayed like that for a long moment, all four of us tangled together, sweaty and satisfied and completely spent.

"Holy f**k," Ares finally says.

"Yeah," I agree weakly.

They clean me gently, worshiping my body with soft touches and gentle kisses. Someone brings me water. Someone else finds a soft robe, and when we finally collapse into bed, all four of us, I feel safe for the first time in three years.

"Thank you," I whisper into the darkness.

"For what?" Marco asks.

"For making me feel alive again."

"Thank you for trusting us," Ares replies.

"Sleep," Harvey commands gently. "Tomorrow, we figure out what comes next."

Surrounded by three men who showed me what being desired really means, I finally let myself rest. Tomorrow, I'll face the consequences, but tonight? Tonight I'm free, and thoroughly, completely satisfied.