“Yes, Uncle … Marcus,” I correct quickly.
He groans and falls on my mound. My lips are pulled wide and he attacks my clit until I’m whimpering and bucking. Begging him not to stop.
“Rub your pussy, Lenora. Cum for me.”
Ames liked watching me. He’d sit in a chair and give Eliah directions while he stroked his cock, but Marcus isn’t watching. He’s circling my opening with the tip of his tongue.
I reach down and rub while his tongue penetrates. I realize as I shatter that he wanted me to cum on his tongue. And that only makes me crash harder.
Marcus laps and cleans every drop before drifting up to lick my twitching nerves.
“Will you cum again for me, Lenora?”
I nod. The boys loved watching me until I was a limp, sobbing mess.
Their father seems to be the same and I watch his dark head move between my thighs in the mirrors.
I could pretend it’s one of my boys, but that thought disgusts me before it can even fully formulate.
Instead, I moan his name and cum again.
“I will grant you this wish.” His big, powerful body drifts up over mine and my arms are filled by his shoulders. I’m caged against his chest. “In return, you will do exactly what I say, understood?”
In the distance, I hear the faint squeak of razors on glass.
But I ignore it as I pull the man above me down. “Promise.”
I will do anything he asks if I can watch the dark stones of Usher House run red.
Chapter Four
Lenora
Iwoketobutterysunlightcrashing through my windows. The air was heavy with floor cleaner and warm, male bodies.
Sure enough, both my boys held their places on either side of me when I opened my eyes. They leaned with their heads propped on their hands. I was so used to them, it didn’t even surprise me that they were so close I could feel the weight of their erections digging into my hips.
But it was the direction of their focus that had my attention dropping downward, following their fascination.
My chest was exposed.
Not slightly. Both breasts were freed to the room and them. Plump, soft mounds tipped with rosy, pink that shriveled under their hungry scrutiny.
It was the most I’d been naked in front of another person. The most I’d done with them was kiss … with some over the clothes rubbing. But even that was fairly new.
I made to cover, but Ames caught my arm.
“A little longer, Lenny. They’re so perfect.”
Heat moved to my chest to fill my cheeks. The embarrassment of lying there and being studied so intensely had me fighting not to squirm.
I did wonder how it happened. My gown straps never came down my shoulders … unless they were assisted, tugged until my breasts spilled free.
The thought sent a tingle through me that made that place between my thighs ache. The place that felt so good rubbing against their erection.
“I bet they’re so soft,” Eliah murmured, voice just tight enough to make my heart gallop.
“Are they?” Ames asked me.
