“You are too cute,” I laugh as I move up to sit in his lap. I straddle him, and he hugs me to his chest.
“What are you reading?” he asks.
“Romance,” I laugh. “This one is about a hockey player with a massive dick. He doesn’t date because he hurts women with his giant shlong. But she likes pain, so they make a good combo.”
“Here I am reading sweet romances, and you are over here reading filth,” he remarks.
“Once a whore, always a whore, I guess,” I laugh as I sit up to look at him.
“You can be my whore,” he says, pulling my hips against his. I circle my hips, giggling when he groans. “Can we talk for a second?”
“While you have your very hard cock pressed against me?” I ask. “Sure, baby. What’s on your mind?”
“You are feisty,” he laughs. “I just want to make sure you are doing okay and not suffocating any feelings.”
“I think I’m just happy to be home,” I say. “I’m admittedly a bit bummed that the others aren’t here and rejecting me, but…”
“Not rejecting,” he says gently. “They just need some time. I haven’t exactly made their lives easy.”
“This is true,” I say. “I just… I don’t know. I guess part of me is a little insecure that I’m a giant whore for wanting everyone.”
“Baby,” he says, cupping my face. “Firstly, don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. I don’t think you are a whore, but even if you were, you are who you are. Not every lifestyle is for every dynamic. Live your life to be happy and ignore anyone who has anything negative to say.”
“I’m just a little sad, with them not here,” I admit.
“I’m sure they will be back soon. They won’t be able to stay away for long,” Soren says. “Why don’t we push this along then?”
“How?” I ask.
“They walk in here with me buried in your cunt, they won’t be able to walk away,” he says. “Vaughn will absolutely be the one we can break first. Just tease him until he does, and he will mark you. He will panic, but once he sees that I am in fact not going to skin him, he will relax.”
“What do we do then?” I ask.
“Stand up and undress for me,” he says, gently kissing me. I climb out of his lap and take off my clothes before he turns me to face away from him. “I’ll guide you back. Just sit on my cock, and I’ll handle the rest.”
I ease myself down on him, and moan softly. When he pulls me back against his chest, he moves my legs to drape over his. His cock presses firmly against my g-spot, and every movement sends a rush of pleasure through me.
“Fuck,” I whine.
“Shhh,” he says, gently trailing his hand up my belly and between my breasts to wrap around my throat. He moves to each breast and lightly squeezes, but always goes back to wrap around my throat. I relax into him and am lulled by his movements.
His other hand sneaks down, and it’s just the slightest touch to my clit that has me arching my back. It’s not demanding or even firm. He rubs small circles on my clit as his other hand is essentially massaging me. I feel intoxicated by him, and I moan so freely that I forget we are in the living room. Hell, I forget that I exist at all. It’s so damn good, but neither of us rushes it.
I notice when the door opens, but I keep my eyes closed, heavily lost in this daze. “Ah, hell,” Vaughn sighs as I hear footsteps into the house before the door shuts.
“I told you we should have knocked,” Caine grumbles, but I can tell they’re close.
“Vaughn,” Laurent laughs.
“Fuck, I’m too weak. She’s fucking dripping, dude,” Vaughn whines.
“She’s sweet, too,” Soren says casually. “Look, Bunny. Look at how they’ve gathered for you.”
I open my eyes and smile through the daze when I see Vaughn on his knees in front of me. He’s like a scolded puppy, whimpering as he stares at my pussy. Caine, Laurent, and Diego are slowly inching closer, eventually on their knees too.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan.
“You want to come for them, Bunny?” Soren asks before kissing my neck. “Show them how pretty you come for your mates.”
