God, her hair is stunning. The long auburn tresses cascade around us, creating a little universe between her face and mine.
“What—what’re you doing?” She pants, shifting her weight. My cock shifts inside her and her eyes flutter.
“We’re gonna switch things up,” I growl, grabbing her waist and lifting her off my cock.
She lets out a frustrated whine, fighting my hold on her and trying to sink back onto my cock.
It’s the hottest thing in the fucking world.
I sit up and nip at her lips, which only seems to drive her even crazier.
“Patience, sweetheart,” I murmur.“We’re going to make things easier for Rowan to join us. How do you like the sound of that?”
“Yes!” She groans, squirming under me.
I prop myself up against the pillows, spinning her so her back is pressed up against my chest.
Rowan’s eyes are wide as I meet his gaze, using my knees to spread Mirabelle wide open for him to see. His jaw clenches as I drag her dripping warmth against my throbbing cock.
“You have a decision to make, then,” I say, my breath hot against her ear.
She wiggles her hips back against me, gripping my thighs with her nails.
“You—you’re teasing me.”
“I am.” My hands span her waist as I lift her up and onto her knees, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her entrance.
She’s so wet her slick is practically dripping down onto me.
She lets out a frustrated groan, her hair swirling around her face when she tries to glare at me over her shoulder.
Looks like our little sweetheart has a fire inside of her, when she wants to get fucked.
“I’m going to fuck you like this.” My hips shift upwards, stretching her on the head of my cock slowly.
A whine leaves her throat at the change in position.
“But only when you decide whether you want Rowan kissing that pretty mouth of yours and playing with your clit while I fuck you or if you want his cock in your mouth.”
Rowan makes a startled sound at the back of his throat, but he’s not stupid enough to protest. He obviously wants to be a part of this.
“The—the second option,” Mirabelle pants, her eyes going wide as she turns to Rowan. “Unless?—“
“Let’s do it,” Rowan nods immediately, whipping off his shirt.
The kid doesn’t have to be asked twice. I respect it. I was the same when he revealed that I’d be the one helping Mirabelle through her heat.
“You ready, sweetheart?” I growl low in her ear as Rowan climbs onto the bed, his movements slow and unsure.
She nods her head like a little bobblehead.
“Good girl,” I growl, pulling her down onto my cock with the hold on her waist.
CHAPTER 33
Mirabelle
I’m so full.
