Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
My jaw clenches as I will my cock to go down.
“Then give her what she wants,” he adds. “And it could all be yours.”
“Felix …” she whimpers when he twists her nipples underneath that hoodie.
And fuck me, I want nothing more than to rip it all off and show her I can do it better than him.
What the fuck has she done to me?
My knees cave in on me as I kneel before her.
“I’ve been a fucking fool,” I say. “But don’t you ever question my fucking loyalty.”
I rip down her leggings and panties in one go.
She tries to swat me, but I grasp her wrist and force it aside, gazing up into her eyes with a kind of greed I’ve never felt before. And I bury my face in that sweet fucking pussy.
But I fucking need it. I need it more than I need my fucking ego.
I want it more than anything in this entire fucking world right now, so I’m taking it, whether she wants me to or not.
“Don’t move,” I groan as I lick her little clit until it’s swollen. “I’m fucking famished, so let me eat this pussy of mine.”
She tries to jerk free from my grip, but my hold on her wrist only grows tighter, while my other hand grabs her ass and pulls her closer.
“Sounds like you missed her,” Dylan says.
“Shut it,” I growl at him as I swivel my tongue back and forth while he plays with her tits from behind.
She grinds her teeth. “Get your fucking tong—”
“What? Here?” I shove my tongue right up her slit, and she sucks in a breath.
“Don’t,” she hisses.
“Or what?” I retort, my tongue grazing past her sensitive bits. Not close enough to hit that spot, but close enough for her to want to lean in. “You’re gonna try to slap me again?”
“I’m not gonna forgive you,” she growls.
“I don’t need forgiveness …” I reply. “I need mercy. Because I can’t fucking stop, and I won’t.”
My fingers dig into her ass, her breath picking up when I inch closer to her tight little holes. I can feel the hard diamond nudging against my hand. I thought she’d remove the plug after she ran like hell, but she kept it in, despite the fact that she didn’t trust me anymore.
Even when I revealed my true intentions, she was still too committed to the deal, too afraid to say no to me for fear of what I might do.
And that … that’s sexy as hell.
“God, you rile me up like nothing else,” I groan against her skin.
Her hands find their way to my hair, taking hold, but her grip only entices me to lick harder and faster. More and more, her taste is so fucking addictive, I can’t get enough.
Dylan suddenly pulls her hoodie over her head and grabs both her nipples, twisting them until she screams.
“That’s it. Scream our names, little slut,” he groans.
“Dylan!” she gasps. “Oh God, yes.”
Fuck yes, that’s the word I was looking for. Finally, she admits she wants it.
“You crave this as much as we do,” I groan against her pussy lips, swiveling my tongue around her swollen nub until her legs start to quiver.
“I-I …”
I slap her on the ass. Hard. “Don’t you fucking deny it.”
“But I’m only doing this so—”
SLAP!
Dylan’s hand whacks her tit, making her moan out loud. “Don’t you dare, Penelope.”
“But the agreement,” she mutters, glancing over her shoulder at Alistair, who’s jerking himself off right through the fabric of his jeans just from watching us.
Dirty motherfucker.
“We’ll fucking help you, all right …” Dylan groans at her. “But first I’m going to help myself.”
When I hear a zipper go down, I stop and glare at him. “Don’t.”
He frowns. “What? We’re doing this, aren’t we?”
I get up and lick my lips, the taste of her wetness too delicious to pass up. “I put that fucking plug there, and I’m the one who’s gonna take it out.” I grab her thighs and pull her toward me. “And my cock will be the first to fuck her there.”
“What?” she gasps.
But before she can even say another word, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the pool table.
“Alistair, underneath her,” Dylan barks.
“Fuck yes,” Alistair mutters, and he flops down onto the table before I even have a chance to say anything.
“Better make it fucking worth my time,” I growl at them.
“If we’re gonna fuck her, better fuck her right,” Dylan retorts, and he grabs the bottle of whiskey and takes a big gulp before planting it down onto the pool table’s edge.
I put Penelope down on top of Alistair, face-down, then tear off what’s left of her leggings and shoes and chuck it all into a corner.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulders.
While I grab some lube, Dylan grabs her face and kisses her, and I fucking hate to watch, but I have to remind myself this is what I agreed to. Alistair even pulls out his hard-on, rubbing it all over her. I don’t fucking care what he does with himself. All I care about is that she comes over and over again until she goddamn passes out from the orgasms.