“We need to consummate this shit, bro,” Trikk says, making me giggle.
Razor grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder and smacking me on the ass. I feel myself getting even wetter remembering what he did to me in the courtyard of The Retreat.
We all walk back up to the main floor, then over to the stairs, going straight for the room with the large bed.
Razor sets me down, and I watch with hungry eyes as they all slowly strip off their clothes, piece by piece.
My mouth waters at all those abs and tattoos, every one of their bodies utter perfection.
God, I’m a lucky bitch. These Gods are all mine.
Sam moves behind me and unzips my dress. Purge and Ghost come to each side, pushing the material slowly down to pool on the floor. Hunter picks it up and gently lays it on a nearby chair.
I’m left standing in my red, lacy thong, bared to all their eyes.
My heart is in my throat with nerves. How am I going to satisfy eight men at the same time?
I feel frozen in place, not able to move toward my husbands.
Hunter notices, and orders, “Phoenyxx. Come here, now.” My feet carry me to him, and I stand in front of him, trembling. “You know we will never hurt you, right?”
I nod, and he grabs my chin. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Hunter frowns. “Do you trust them?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Hunter arches a brow.
“Yes, Daddy,” I almost groan.
Hunter pulls me in for a scorching kiss, putting all his passion into it. I make a pleased sound in my throat, and he bites my lip. The little spark of pain makes me even more aroused. I kiss him back hungrily, pawing at his shoulders.
I hear someone come up behind me, and he sweeps my hair off my neck. “Mine,” Purge growls into my ear, making me shiver.
Purge kisses down my neck, reaching his hand around to grab my throat. I grind my ass back into him, unable to help my reaction.
Hunter growls next, palming my breast, tweaking my nipples roughly.
My legs start to shake, and I hope I can hold myself up.
Trikk comes into my line of vision, going to his knees in front of me. He looks up at me, those sultry eyes making my pussy pulse harder.
He gently removes my thong, baring me completely. He grabs my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He dives in, feasting on me like I’m his favorite dish.
I buck my hips, on the verge of begging for more.
My eyes close, and I feel more hands and mouths on my body.
Someone pulls me from Hunter, kissing me hard. I crack my eyes open to see Sam making out with me, his hands cradling my face.
I'm still so nervous, and the guys can tell.
“Look at me,” Frost says, and I stare as his hips start to move to the music he put on softly. He circles and thrusts, his impressive cock jutting out, taunting me.
“God,” I breathe. “Those liquid fucking hips...”
