I dig my nails into his thighs, trying to steady myself, and I grind on Saint’s cock beneath me. Cairo takes control of my mouth, guiding his cock inside with a firm grip and a look that leaves me no room for hesitation. Every move made to remind me who’s in control.
“Fuck, that’s it baby girl,” Cairo groans, pushing into my mouth deep and fast, and I roll my eyes up to meet his bright green eyes as they turn into desire-filled orbs. I drag my tongue along his length, pushing my ass against Saint, as I moan around Cairo’s cock. Drool and tears run down my chin, but I don’t care. I swallow him as much as I can, kissing his tip softly, my hand massaging his balls, rolling them in my fingers. I don’t usually do this, but nothing feels off-limits right now.
His thighs tense, shaking before he buries himself deep, filling my throat with his warm release as I swallow it down. He groans, his head dropping back as he starts to thrust into my mouth in quick, hard jabs as he chases his orgasm again. I bob my head, faster and faster, in time with Saints guttural thrusts, all of us locked in this loop of pleasure.
Saint groans filthy words in my ear, compelling me, his fingers rubbing and flicking my clit, until I scream around Cairo’s cock, my orgasm rushing through me. Almost instantly, I remember I wasn’t supposed to come yet—but there’s no stopping it when they’re wringing it out of me like this.
I try to pull back, but his hand around my neck keeps me there. Taking over, he abuses my mouth with hard thrusts, he exhales roughly as his hips stutter before his release fills my mouth for the second time. I have no choice but to swallow it, and only then do his fingers soften around my neck.
“Damn baby, those lips almost feel as good as that pussy of yours,” Cairo rumbles. Saint yanks me back against his chest, keeping his cock buried deep inside me. My back arches over him, his hips drive up into mine hard, with each thrust hitting that spot that will send me over the edge. I reach for my clit desperately needing to come, but Saint shoves my hand away, replacing it with his own fingers circling rough over the swollen bud.
“I told you not to come until I said so.” His fingers pinching my oversensitive clit, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Now I have to show you what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.”
Saint feels different than Cairo—just as big, maybe thicker, with the huge veins pulsing along his length. But it’s more than size. His thrusts aren’t just fucking, they’re imprinting himself so deep inside me I can’t think properly.
My pussy clamps around him, milking him until he groans, ramming into me one last brutal time as his release floods me. He growls, spinning me around with him still buried deep. The move is sharp, practiced—I’ve never had anyone do that before. I giggle through the moan, but it’s cut off as he slams me down onto him again.
His fingers push my hair over my shoulder, his breath scorching my skin a second before his mouth finds me—biting hard at the curve of my collarbone, sucking until the sting turns hot. He trails lower, kisses dragging over my damp skin like he’s set on tasting every inch.
Cairo lays on the bed beside, his cock still hard, stroking himself as he watches me ride Saint. His eyes are heavy, burning as he groans, “Fuck, baby girl. Not gonna lie… watching you bounce on him is making me jealous as hell. I need to be back inside you. You feel so good squeezing around my cock. Look at you—dripping all over his cock, taking him like a good little whore.”
Saint grips my hips, pulling me in closer with every thrust. His mouth finds my ear, “You’re not coming until I say so. You hear me? I own this pussy tonight, so I’ll decide when you fall apart.”
The words pull a whimper from my throat, my pussy tightening around him as my eyes flutter, every nerve caught between surrender and need. Cairo strokes his length faster, cum slicking his hand, his voice low and filthy. “Fuck, look at her breast bouncing so perfectly… she’s already shaking. Baby girl, you’re starving for it, huh? Bet you can’t handle both our cocks stuffing you at once.”
I probably can’t.
Saint’s fingers pinch my clit harder, making my back rise into his thrust as a scream rips out of me. “Saint!” I gasp. Laughing, he pounds into me harder, one hand holding me tightly so he can bury himself as deep as my body will allow.
Cairo’s sprawled out, pumping his cock faster, those hunger-lit green eyes dragging over me. I drag my tongue across my lips just to taunt him. And that was enough to set him off. His chest rises as he gets to his knees, shooting thick ropes of cum all over my face. Groaning, he smears the mess across my face with the swollen tip of his cock, rubbing it over my lips, his knees shaking as I suck him clean.
Saint’s thrusts turn brutal, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. His voice a low growl. “Cum for me—now. Cum all over my cock like my good little whore I know you want to be.” He demands, his hips snapping hard, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Whimpering, heat floods my body, pulled from every nerve until I can’t breathe or think. Pleasure flows through me again and again, as I clench tightly down on his cock.
He grunts sharply, and stills, keeping little to no space between us as he comes. I tremble ridiculously, unable to stop it, my pussy still pulsing, and stomach clenching.
The room is thick with heat, our bodies lay together, tangled and slick, the air heavy with everything we’ve just surrendered to.
And fuck, Cairo was right—I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, because I’veneverbeen to a party like this.
Chapter Thirty Six
Unclaimed
I
wake up sprawled in the middle of the bed, naked and breathless, my curls a wild mess on the plush pillow. Saint is stretched out on one side, his arm draped over me, his massive hand cupping my breast like it’s helping him relax. On the other side of me, Cairo’s touch lingers lower—his palm pressed against my pussy, fingers idly circling as if even sleep can’t make him let go.
Cairo stirs, eyes dark, his mouth brushing my temple. His voice is rough and low. “You feel too damn good to ever forget—and now that we have you, don’t think we’re letting you go. This pussy’s mine whenever I want it. You understand?”
My lips turn up into a slight smile, flattered.
Saint snuggles closer, his teeth grazing my skin just inches away from my neck. “You just feel too good to let go.” His hand slides lower, fingers dragging over my stomach. “I can wait to make every pretty little part of you mine.”
The words make my chest tightens as I inhale—not with nerves, but with something deeper than flattery, an ache I can’t name. I let out a shaky breath, their voices wrapping around me like a promise I shouldn’t listen too but do anyway.
My body is spent, but for once, my mind is quiet.
