Dinah POV

Daddy’s mouth was locked on my clit, his tongue working that steady pressure that always wrecked me, two fingers buried deep and curling.

My stepbrother was over me, his shirt already off, his mouth on my tit—sucking hard, his teeth grazing the nipple just enough to make me arch. His hand was on the other one, squeezing, his thumb rubbing in circles while his father’s tongue kept me shaking.

I gripped the back of James’s neck with one hand and tangled the other in Daddy’s hair, my hips rolling against his face without meaning to.

“Fuck... don’t stop...”

The words came out broken. Francis hummed against me like...