Atreus
She pullsher fingers out of my throat, and I heave and cough from the saliva, but she immediately pushes my forehead back up until my eyes bore right into hers.
“Surrendering already, Foley?” she muses. “Open your mouth for me.”
When I do what she asks, she spits into my mouth.
“Now close your lips and swallow.”
Even if it’s disgusting, filthy, I still do it.
But my dick is throbbing. Absolutely fucking throbbing.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.” Easiest admission ever.
“Good, then you won’t mind me testing your limits.”
She smiles like a maniac, then walks away, leaving me high and dry as she waltzes to the middle of the grass and strips right in front of us, and all of us are drooling.
When she’s discarded all of her clothes, she flicks her fingers.
“Xavier. Chair.”
He grabs the chair we brought from the car and sets it down for her, and she gleefully sits down while he kneels at her side without being told. “Good boy.”
He’s a natural at this, but I’m not.
“Orion.” She flicks her fingers, and he too comes at her beck and call, as he grabs her foot and begins to kiss it. She pets the two boys like they’re her dogs.
“You want to apologize for locking me up?” Sunny asks.
The intense pang of jealousy hits me hard.
“Yes,” I reply.
“Then crawl to me.”
I lick my lips and swallow my pride as I go down on my hands too and make the first step.
It’s downright humiliating to crawl on hands and knees like this through the mud, but the way she’s looking at me makes all of my inhibitions disappear.
One crawl after the other, I keep going under her gaze, while her boy toys only have eyes for her.
I’m obsessed with the way she forces me to face my limits. To become the force of justice I was meant to be. Together with her.
When I’m at her feet, she tips up my chin and makes me look at her. “Do you think you deserve this?”
“No. But I want to,” I reply, as I lean up on muddied knees.
She spreads her legs. Wider. Wider.
And my mouth instantly waters at the sight of her delectable pussy.
God, I’ve turned into a madman for this woman, and I don’t care in the slightest.
“Show it to me.”
