DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections

WE’RE NOT DONE YET, PRINCESS

Chapter 4

I stood there in the kitchen, my heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The thin nightgown was clinging to my skin, and I could feel how soaked I was between my legs, warm wetness slowly sliding down my inner thighs.

Kane had just stepped back after grinding against my ass, but the memory of his thick, hard c**k pressing into me was still burning through my body.

Mike walked in first, rubbing the back of his neck, still in his sleep pants and tight t-shirt. His eyes landed on me and slowly moved down, taking in the way the transparent white fabric showed my hard n*****s and the dark shadow of my p***y. He didn’t say anything at first, but his jaw tightened and his gaze lingered a little too long.

Jax followed right behind him, shirtless, his abs and broad shoulders on full display. He stopped in the doorway and stared openly, his dark eyes tracing every curve my nightgown barely hid. “Morning,” he said, voice low and rough.

Kane cleared his throat and moved to the coffee maker, but he stayed close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him. The bulge in his sweatpants was still obvious.

Mike opened the fridge and started pulling out eggs. “We’ll make breakfast. Eggs and bacon..” He looked over at me, his deep voice casual but his eyes anything but. “You hungry, Riley? Or do you want it… another way?”

The words went straight to my wet p***y. "Another way." My mind immediately twisted them into something filthy, him asking if I wanted his c**k instead of food.

My p***y clenched hard, sending another rush of wetness down my thighs. I felt my face heat up and my n*****s tighten even more against the sheer fabric.

I couldn’t stay here. Not with all three of them looking at me like that, not with my body reacting so obviously.

“I… I need to grab my phone from my room,” I mumbled quickly, my voice shaky. “Be right back.”

I turned and hurried upstairs before anyone could say anything else. My legs felt weak as I climbed the steps, the nightgown brushing against my sensitive skin with every movement. By the time I reached my room, my breathing was ragged and my c**t was throbbing so badly it almost hurt.

I closed the door and leaned against it, trying to calm down. But my hand instinctively pressed between my legs, feeling how drenched I was.

A soft knock sounded.

I opened the door, expecting one of them asking about breakfast.

It was Kane.

He stood there, tall and broad, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His eyes moved slowly over my body — from my hard n*****s poking through the thin fabric, down to the damp spot forming between my legs. The look on his face was pure hunger, dark and intense, like he was barely holding himself back.

“Hey, princess,” he said, voice low and rough. “Just wanted to know… how you wanted it.”

The double meaning hit me again, making my stomach flutter and my p***y ache. He stepped inside without waiting for permission and closed the door behind him with a quiet click.

His eyes scanned my room, the messy bed, the books scattered on the desk, my phone still on the sheets. Then his gaze locked onto mine. The air between us felt thick, charged.

He took another step forward, and his hand accidentally brushed the edge of my nightstand. A small bottle of lotion tipped over and rolled onto the floor.

He looked down at it, then back up at me. His eyes were dark, expectant. “You dropped something.”

I knew exactly what he wanted this time.

My heart raced as I bent down slowly, keeping my knees straight, pushing my ass out toward him. The short nightgown rode all the way up, exposing my bare, dripping p***y to the cool air. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I reached for the bottle.

Before I could stand back up, he moved.

He stepped right behind me, his hard c**k pressing firmly against my ass again. This time he didn’t pretend it was an accident. His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as he rolled his hips forward, grinding his thick erection along the crack of my ass with slow, deliberate pressure.

A soft whimper escaped me. The heat of his c**k, the way it felt so big and heavy against me, it made my p***y clench and leak even more.

I repeated the motion, rolling my hips back against him, grinding my ass along his length just like I had downstairs.

Kane groaned low in his throat and pressed harder, his fingers digging into my hips as we moved together in slow, dirty circles. The friction was driving me crazy. I could feel every inch of him, hot and rigid, rubbing right where I needed it.

We stayed like that for a while, grinding against each other, breathing getting heavier, the wet spot on my nightgown growing bigger. My c**t throbbed with every roll of my hips.

Then one of Kane’s hands slid up from my hip, cupping my breast through the fabric. His thumb brushed over my hard n****e, then pinched it gently.

A low, needy moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. The touch sent sparks straight down to my p***y.

Kane’s lips moved to the side of my neck, pressing hot, open kisses along my skin. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and then his teeth grazed lightly.

Another moan escaped, louder this time, my head tilting to give him better access.

Suddenly he turned me around to face him, his hands firm on my waist. For a second we just stared at each other, both breathing hard, eyes locked.

Then he leaned down and kissed me.

It was deep and hungry, his mouth claiming mine as one hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back. His tongue pushed past my lips, stroking mine possessively while his other hand stayed on my ass, pulling me tight against his hard c**k.

I moaned into the kiss, my body melting against him, hands gripping his shoulders as the heat between us exploded.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, both of us panting.

“f**k, Riley,” he whispered, voice rough with need. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His c**k was still pressed against me, throbbing. His eyes darkened again as he looked at my swollen lips.

“We’re not done yet, princess.”