Shepard goes straight for my nipple, his tongue swirling around the supple flesh until it becomes an erect point. Beau cups my other breast, painting wet trails along my heated skin. All the while, Emmett voraciously feasts between my velvet folds, his teeth nipping and his tongue lashing my aching clit. Throbbing pressure spreads through my taut belly. I release a throaty scream, my back arching and my legs shaking uncontrollably.
Emmett abruptly pulls back and my orgasm dissipates. “Tell us.”
“Damn you to Hell, Emmett Wilder!” I shout at him, struggling against my human shackles.
I’m going to knee him in the balls the moment I’m free. His tongue dives into my folds once again, relentlessly pummeling my turgid bud. I cry out, screaming so loud my ears ring. This must be what it feels like to lose one’s mind. My mental decline isn’t psychological, though. It’s carnal. Complete carnal annihilation.
“You’re being a very bad girl, Sweet Peach.” Shepard’s words sound far away, as if I’m several feet under water. “This could all be over.”
“Just give us what we want,” Beau rasps, his warm breath fanning across my wet nipple.
“Please…” I choke out.
They’re cunning, calculating, willing to attain my complete surrender by any means necessary and I’m powerless to stop them.
Emmett grasps my inner thighs, opening my slit wider for his hungry mouth. I moan, tossing my head side to side, my hair clinging to my sweat-drenched face.
“I was babysitting for a friend,” I slur breathlessly. “Please… I need to come.”
Emmett hums his approval and slides his hands under my bottom, digging hard fingers into my soft skin. I lock my ankles around his back, frantically riding his face.
“Yes,” I breathe, convulsions clenching my greedy pussy. “Oh God, yes.”
My orgasm goes on for long seconds, leaving me lax and sated. Food and orgasms, just what a girl needs. The Wilder men obviously know the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomachandher pussy. My human shackles release me, but I’m content to lie there for the moment.
“Lie to us again and the punishment will be much more severe,” Emmett growls, giving my pussy a hard smack.
“Roughneck asshole!” I shriek, jackknifing into a sitting position, my hand flying towards his face.
From orgasm to anger in five seconds flat.
He smirks, catching my wrist midair and yanking me onto his lap. “You were right, Beau. Our Sweet Peach has claws. She’s going to keep us on our toes.”
Beau chuckles. “I’m always right.”
“I’ll show you claws,” I seethe, sending my free hand barreling towards his smug face but he grabs that one too.
“I’m going to suffocate you in your sleep,” I threaten, fighting against his manacle hold.
“I say she needs a good pounding, cuz,” Shepard drawls, rolling one of my errant curls between his thumb and forefinger.
“I think you’re right,” Emmett replies gruffly, deftly securing both wrists with one large hand. “Do you want my cock inside yoursweet peach,Sweet Peach?” he asks, dragging his nose down my cheek. “Just say the word.”
I moan, remembering how he felt deep inside me. How he fucked me so thoroughly I instantly became addicted to his dick. “I rather drag my bare pussy across broken glass on hot asphalt.”
“Is that right?” he whispers in my ear, slowly pulling the tampon from my body and dropping it on the floor.
“Yes,” I pant in answer.
I should tell him to stop, that we shouldn’t be doing this while I’m bleeding but I remain silent. I say nothing as he frees his thick veiny length and settles me reverse cowgirl on his muscular thighs. He begins pushing into my quivering channel, his strong arms banding around my waist. I instantly succumb to his invasion, melting like warm butter over his perfect cock, the blood expelling from my cervix easing his penetration. My fingernails dig into his forearm and we work in sync, him thrusting and me bouncing until his meaty erection is fully embedded in my sheath. I gasp, my mind going blank, lost to the exquisite burn of being wholly stretched by him.
“Where’s your attitude now?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
“Gone,” Beau rasps, descending to his knees and gripping my thighs. “She just needed some Wilder dick.”
His tongue sinks into my folds, sweeping over my clit at the same time Emmett begins moving inside me. My pleasured scream resonates through the kitchen, my hips undulating against their double onslaught.
“You have a phenomenal pussy, Sweet Peach,” Emmet rasps, trailing kisses along my neck and shoulder. “It belongs on the highest pedestal.”
