“What’s it worth?” Cain asks.
I blink. “What?”
“Yeah, exactly,” Mal teases. “What. Is. It. Worth?”
I catch on suddenly, and my stomach flips. “What do you want?”
“To make you a cum covered mess.” Mal’s stare is so dark and intense, it sends shivers through me.
“Anaching, begging, cum covered mess.” Cain smirks.
“I like the begging part,” Roman says. “I like that a lot. I guess I can be friends with those assholes, if you ask us very,verynicely.”
I know my own worth now, and that when I ask something of my men, they’ll move heaven and earth to give it to me. I also know, though, that they like me on my knees for them. When it comes to this, they like to be in charge, and I like it that way, too. They dominate, and I submit. It doesn’t mean that must be the case in the rest of our relationship, but when it comes to sex, it works.
“What if I kneel for you, and you all use my mouth?” The idea gets me so hot, I want to touch myself, but I don’t.
“At the same time? We’d break your jaw.” Cain snorts.
“We could just keep taking turns to shove our dicks down her throat until we come, and she has to swallow it all. Or … we paint her face with it.” Roman grins.
“I suppose that would work,” Mal says with a slow nod.
I cup my breasts through my thin top, brushing my already hard nipples with my thumbs, and Cain wags his finger.
“Ah, ah, no getting yourself off until we’re satisfied.”
“I love you on your knees.” Roman stands and walks to me. “So, I accept your terms.”
I grin, but he gestures at the floor. “Down you go, Ophelia.”
Face flushing, I sink to my knees in front of him.
“Christ, you do that so beautifully,” he growls.
They form a semicircle around me, crowding me. Three big men—huge, in Cain’s case—and me on my knees for them, petite, slight. It’s scary, but it’s thrilling. Oh-so-thrilling.
The sound of their zippers seems overly loud in the room, and they take their hard cocks out as I marvel at each of them. Roman’s is already wet at the tip, and he runs his thumb over the head and shivers.
Cain taps my cheek with his, the bold bastard. “Open wide, Angel.”
I do as he says, and he runs his cockhead over my open lips. I dart my tongue out to lick him.
He grits his teeth. “That’s it, fucking lick it, like it’s a lollipop.”
Doing as he says, my tongue sweeping along the length of him, I can’t help but notice the way Mal and Roman stare at me with ravenous gazes. They’re both slowly fisting their cocks.
“I want a turn,” Mal says.
He shoulders Cain out of the way. Cain grunts in protest but just works his own dick as Mal pushes his into my mouth.
He doesn’t go any farther, just rests the head of himself in my open mouth. “Make it feel good, baby.”
I do my best, laving my tongue over him and around him. I let myself explore the slit, and, when I push my tongue in a little, Mal hisses and salty pre-cum bathes the tip of my tongue.
“Jesus, I need a go.” Roman does to Mal what he’d done to Cain.
It’s almost as if they’re moments away from fighting over me, and that shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. I know they won’t really fight over me, but the amount of testosterone in the air is heady.
