"Oh, God, Hunter. Yes, yes, yes." Her fingers are in my hair, and she pulls with a cry as I flick my tongue against her clit. When she's writhing against my face, I add a finger, and she sobs out my name again and again.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Skylar calls out softly.
I make a mental note to soundproof every room I've ever dreamed of fucking her in so she never has to hold back.
Her sweet release is the nectar of the gods, and I do not want to have to do what comes next. As she pulls my face into her, begging me for more, I suddenly stop and remove my finger.
"Oh, God, no. Please don't stop," Skylar begs, her eyes flashing with confusion as I lower her leg and reach for her pants.
I turn them inside out, handing them to her as I kiss her forehead. Then, I turn to leave.
"What? What’s happening? Where are you going?" Skylar stares at me, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed.
I want to bury my face in her gorgeous pussy and make her come for days, but we all agreed this needs to happen. And I'm willing to do anything to keep Skylar forever, even if she hates me for an afternoon.
I turn and crowd her against the wall, my fingers back in her slick opening within seconds. She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. She lets out a relieved breath as my fingers dance over her perfect pussy. I close my eyes, relishing the contact.
Leaning forward, I whisper, "You ran from us, baby." I stop rubbing her clit, and she whimpers. "You need to show us that you can be our good girl. You don't get to come until we say."
"Oh, God. Fuck. No, please. I'm a good girl." Skylar's begging weakens my resolve, but knowing how Paul and Mark will react if I don't follow through and she runs again is enough to make me pull away.
Skylar watches me, panting hard as I lick my fingers, savoring her taste.
This is going to be as hard for me as it is for her.
"Please, Hunter. I'm sorry I didn't wake you guys. I-I needed to leave," Skylar says, revealing more than she did before, but still not voicing the real issue.
"I know you thought that, Skylar." I run my fingers through her hair, and she nuzzles against my hand. "But we can't let it happen again. You don’t come without our permission," I warn.
Somehow, I will myself to pull away, seeing the flash of fury in her eyes as I turn to leave.
I chuckle to myself as I imagine the number of orgasms headed her way tonight.
We will make this up to you, baby, I silently promise us both.
Chapter five
Skylar
Assholes.
All three of them eye me like they want to fuck me, but they've secretly hatched a plan to edge me beyond reason. I'm irritated because I'm horny, but when I remember what the orgasms were like after the build-up last time, my frustration turns feral.
Paul and Mark are moving tables around to make way for the stage, their muscles on full display, and I'm not the only oneenjoying the view of their manual labor. Over the past hour, the bar has magically filled with seemingly every woman in Foxy Falls, and I know the news of their arrival has been making its way around town. I received an email from Monica twenty minutes ago confirming this.
If the ladies are only there to gawk, set a two-drink minimum, but limit the alcohol, or your guys might not make it out alive. lol
M.
Hunter is folding pamphlets for the auction and getting an earful of town gossip. He has declared himself tomorrow night's MC, which Babs gladly agreed to. Her husband usually does it, but she said Hunter would rile the bidders up in a way that poor Fred hasn't been able to in years.
Ms. Diane cornered me within minutes of the guys showing up, but I didn't have any plausible explanation for why they were here today, so she’s on a hunting mission.
Hunter looks over during a lull in his conversation with Ms. Diane, and Babs has the nerve to give me a little finger wave. He flashes me a grin that would melt my panties if I had any on right now.
I glare at him but have to look away when the corners of my mouth threaten to turn into a smile despite my irritation. That man doesn't deserve a smile after the way he left me completely unfulfilled in the supply closet.
"I'm either blind or the extra cocktail napkins are not in the supply closet," Whitney announces as she comes through the swinging kitchen door.
