“You like the idea of sucking Johan’s cock, don’t you, Aurora?” Laz says, his eyes meeting mine as he utters the words against her ear.
She whimpers in response, then nods. “Yes.”
Fuck. I’m fucked. The burn in my balls reaches a crescendo, causing my body to tighten as I explode into Noah’s mouth.
He doesn’t swallow.
Because of course he doesn’t fucking swallow.
He just lets my cum fill his mouth until he can’t take any more, then he uses his hand to catch the rest.
I’m still quivering from the aftermath as he flips me, my face landing against the pillow with a grunt. I can’t move. I’m putty. My body is shaking. My orgasm still rolling through me.
And fucking Noah is filling my ass with my own release, using his fingers to spear into me and prepare me for his massive dick.
“It’s a dragon tattoo,” I hear him say, the words presumably for Lark. Because I’m very fucking aware of his decorated shaft. “Feel free to trace it with your tongue sometime. Or your fingers. Whatever you like.”
The head of his dick is already at my entrance, my ass nowhere near ready for him.
But he doesn’t care.
He’s all about brute force.
His hand is in my hair, pulling me off the pillow and forcing me to look at Lark.
Then he thrusts into me with a punch of his hips that has me shouting at him in response. “Asshole” is the word I utter the loudest. Followed by “Hate you.”
It’s a lie.
I don’t hate him at all.
And I fucking love the rough way he takes me. He always makes it good, even when he’s in this savage mood.
Something he reminds me of now as he reaches around with his cum-drenched palm to grab my dick and massage my knot.
He’s going to ensure I come again.
I’m on my hands and knees now, my face still angled toward Lark by Noah’s grip. I’m just thankful he used his clean fingers to grab my scalp.
Not that it matters.
I’m going to need another shower after this anyway.
And I have no doubt that Laz will be joining me to use me in there.
I wish Lark would, too.
Something I try to convey as I stare at her.
She’s watching me with wide eyes, her nostrils flaring, her pupils dilated. She’s not even trying to hide her wetness anymore, her legs seeming to have spread like she wants to invite us to come home.
“I want to pull those soaked shorts off you, little hacker,” I admit, my voice hoarse. “Andburymy face between your thighs.”
I want to die there. Suffocating on sweet, honeyed pussy. All while Noah keeps railing me.
It would be the purest fucking heaven.
“Do you want him to lick you, princess?” Laz asks, his mouth still near her ear. He’s not touching her, just close enough to ensure she can feel his presence and his heat. Smell his interest.Feelhis dominance.
