After he’s opened his bedroom door, I forcefully push him inside. I close the door and shove him toward the bed, meeting his lusty grin with one of my own. He grabs hold of me, lifting me up by my ass, and I screech as he throws me down on the bed. “Prepare yourself, princess,” he rasps, running his beefy hands up my bare calves. “Because I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
CHAPTER 16
WE’RE NAKED, LYING sideways, head to feet, on Caz’s bed, pleasuring one another with our mouths and our fingers when he stops me. “I want to come in your pussy this time,” he rasps before swiping his hot tongue along my slit. I grip his mammoth thighs, running my hands over the solid block of muscle, while I slowly trail my lips up and down his shaft. “Get up here and ride my face,” he commands as his dick pops out of my mouth.
I crawl over his gorgeous ripped body, positioning myself over his face. Before I can lower myself down, he grips my hips, yanking my pussy to his mouth, and dives in.
Fucking hell.
I grab the headboard as he frantically works me over, his tongue lapping, his teeth nipping, and his mouth sucking, and it takes mere seconds before I’m shattering into pieces above him.
He’s that good.
My legs quiver, my limbs wobbling like Jell-O as I rest my head against the headboard, trying to regulate my breathing.
“Ho. Lee. Shit,” I pant, looking down at him. His tempting lips glisten from my juices, sending a new flood of heat gushing to my core. “You are so fucking good at that.”
He smirks, reaching up to pull my body down flush against his. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”
“Just what every woman wants to hear when she’s in bed with a guy,” I deadpan before planting my mouth on his.
We ravish one another, our tongues dueling for control, as our lips crash together, over and over again. The stubble on his cheeks chafes the skin around my mouth, but I welcome the pleasurable sting.
“I need your pussy, princess,” he murmurs while sucking on my neck. I moan and writhe against him as delicious tremors of pleasure ripple along my skin. He kneads my tits, his fingers expertly rolling my nipples, and I’m so aroused again I’m close to climaxing already. “Fuck me, babe,” he demands, clasping my face in his meaty hands. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”
“Your wish is my command,” I quip, sliding down his hard body, stopping to lick his chiseled abs on the way.
He hands me a condom, and I roll it on before situating myself over his cock, watching his expression as I slowly lower onto him. His brown eyes smolder with lust as I take him all the way in, and we both groan in unison. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Ride me, princess. Show me how much you want my cock.”
His dirty talk is like a match to a flame, and I lift up and slam back down on him repeatedly, quickening my pace as I use my thighs and hips to control my movements.
“Fuck, yeah, princess. Hug my cock tight, just like that.”
I squeeze my inner muscles as I bounce up and down on him and his hands glide up my body.
He roughly grabs my tits, tugging and flicking at my nipples, and the pleasure-pain sensation reverberates throughout my body.
I grind on top of him, slightly changing the angle so the tip of his cock is hitting the perfect spot, and the only sounds in the room are our joint grunts and the slapping of skin against skin.
Until the door crashes open and I whip my head around, inwardly smiling as Saint stalks across the room with a thunderous look on his face. I ignore him, turning back around and refocusing on Caz as I increase my speed and start super fucking him like he’s the last man on the planet and I need to orgasm to survive.
I’m ripped off him without ceremony, and I thrash about as Saint lifts me up by the waist, pulling me away from the bed.
“Dude, seriously?” Caz glares at his leader. “You couldn’t let me finish?”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” Saint’s entire body is shaking behind me, and he radiates anger. “Blue balls are the least of your worries.” Saint spins me around in his arms, thrusting me at Galen. “Lock her in her room.”
Galen clamps his arms around me, holding me in a vise grip. “Let me go, asshole. I’m perfectly capable of walking myself to my room.” I wriggle in Galen’s arms as he, predictably, glowers at me, throwing a look in Caz’s direction. Caz is sitting up in the bed, his face flush with desire, his dick proudly jutting out, and my pussy pulses with need.
Fuck that fucking motherfucking cockblocking asshole Saint.
“Rain check, babe,” I call out, blowing him a kiss, but Caz doesn’t even look my way.
He’s too highly strung, currently focusing his energies on a brutal face-off with Saint, and neither of them is paying me any attention.
“Highly fucking doubtful,” Galen drawls before throwing me over his shoulder and slapping a firm hand on my ass as he obeys his boss and walks out of the room. I lift my head up and glare at Theo as he follows us.
Galen opens my door, kicking it wide with his booted foot, as he storms into my room, tossing me down on the bed.
I’m madder and hornier than earlier, and I’m not ready to let this go. Reaching over to my bedside table, I remove my purple electronic friend from the drawer and switch it on.
Galen stops retreating, watching me with hostile desire, his green eyes sparking with heat, his nostrils flaring, as I bring the vibrator to the apex of my thighs.
Theo is propped against the door, his eyes not fixated on his tablet for once, also watching intently.
I flop down flat on my back and spread my legs wide so they have a front row seat as I slide the device into my vagina, pushing it in as far as it will go. With my free hand, I fondle one breast, rubbing my nipple, as I pump the vibrator in and out of my pussy, moaning and writhing for added effect.
I maintain eye contact with Galen. He wears his usual hateful mask, but he can’t disguise the desire in his eyes or the tent in his jeans. I continue moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy as I sit up and maneuver toward the edge of the bed. I look at him through hooded eyes, my gaze flitting from his lips to his cock. “Hate sex is my favorite,” I purr, removing the device and placing it on the bed before standing. I close the gap between us, pushing my body into his as I stroke his hard-on through his jeans. “And I want a real cock to finish the job.” I unbutton the top button of his jeans, sliding my hand inside his boxers to wrap around his erection. He jolts in my hand, his body moving in sync with my movements, even though conflict rages on his face.
He hates his attraction to me as much as I hate my attraction to him.
Theo is silent, but I daren’t look at him because it won’t take much to break Galen out of his lustful daze, and I intend to milk this as far as I can take it.
If Saint was mad about Caz and me fucking, he will lose his shit if I seduce his cousin too.
Taking a risk, I stretch up and kiss Galen hard on the mouth as I pump his shaft in his boxers.
He doesn’t kiss me back at first, his hips thrusting as I stroke him harder, but then, something snaps inside him, and he starts moving his mouth against mine, biting on my lip and drawing blood as he devours my lips with savage brutality. I whimper into his mouth, and he lifts me up. My legs automatically encircle his waist, and we fall back on the bed, mouths suctioned together. I rip his T-shirt from his body, while he fumbles with his jeans. His jeans and boxers are halfway down his legs, and his big cock is heavy in my hand, when Saint cockblocks me for the second time tonight.