Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“You like this, don’t you, slut?” I demand. “You like being full, stretched, on display like a whore for all these people to see.”
“Yes,” she pants as she bucks against us.
She’s driving me out of control with the way she’s gyrating her hips and trying to bounce on all the dicks.
“I’m going to come,” she pants.
I fuck her harder with my cock and the dildo until she screams, and a river of her cum drenches our cocks.
Dariyus is the next one to blow his load. He pulls on the belt, suffocating her screams as he grunts. His cum and hers drench my dick, pushing my release out of her.
“Look how well you drained two cocks, baby. Think you can handle another?” Malachi asks as he rises and stands behind us.
“Yes, please, more. Give me more,” Briar begs.
Dariyus pulls out, and Malachi replaces him. He slides his cock in, and we both keep thrusting.
“Clean it up,” Dariyus says, holding his cock in front of her mouth.
Briar takes him into her mouth as she continues to move back and forth.
“Fuck, I thought I’d last longer than two minutes since I already nutted twice, but fuck, it’s like her pussy is magic.” Malachi grips her hips and pounds into her with abandon as he grunts and floods her with his cum.
My balls tighten, and I follow him down the trail of paradise.
Dariyus pulls her down. She’s still bound, her hands tied behind her back, the rope caressing her body like a lover’s kiss. He holds her in his arms as he walks her over to Malachi, who’s holding a champagne flute.
“Give everyone a show, Fawn. Push out all that cum into the glass.”
Briar’s eyes expand, and she shakes her head.
“Oh, Briar. You assume we’re asking.” I pull her head back and spit in her face, letting her know I’m in charge now. If she wants this to stop, she has a safe word. She can use it. If she doesn’t, it means she’s ours to do with as we wish. “Push out all the cum, or I’ll shove my foot up your cunt and rip you apart.”
Laughter fills the space.
“Fuck, Tiger. Refuse.” Malachi grips his cock and rubs it along her pussy. “Please refuse. Watching that would make me nut again.”
Briar gazes between us, unsure if she should call my bluff.
That’s when I see it; our cum leaking from her pretty little cunt. I hold the glass under her hole and smile. “Good choice, Briar. I wasn’t bluffing.”
“Oh, there’s more in there. Let me help you,” Malachi says as he falls on his knees and shoves his tongue in her, pulling out the last drops. He rises and holds out his tongue.
“Suck it off,” Dariyus demands.
His words shock me. Usually, Dariyus is the one who praises her, comforts her and makes love to her. His acting like a heathen makes my cock hard all over again. Maybe it’s because I like it when he tops me.
Briar licks her lips before putting them over Malachi’s tongue and sucking it clean.
I lean down and discreetly pull the needle from my jean pocket before tilting the glass and holding it up to her lips. “Be a good girl and drink it all up.”
Briar opens her mouth, and I pour the semen down her throat. She swallows as I press the tip of the needle to her neck, and she slumps into Dariyus’ arms.
Chapter 23
Dariyus
(Present Day)
“She’s never going to forgive us,” I say as I lay Briar on the bed.
We drove all night, leaving the city and moving her to one of the safe houses in the middle of nowhere. Even if she escapes, there’s no one to help her for miles. She wouldn’t make it far. I hate that I was the one who suggested this place.
Her matted dark hair clings to her face, and rope marks mar her skin, which I despise. I pride myself on never leaving a mark. I unwrap the rope and work a balm into her skin to ensure there’s no further damage.
My gaze drifts out the giant bay window to the pond. Thinking of that day when I knew without a doubt that she was my damn heart.
“Sweeter than these lips I have not heard anyone speak. Speak, are you sugar itself or your mouth honey?”
Her lips are so soft, like silk. She turns to me, and her smile is enough for me to believe myself not just a king but God himself.
“That’s beautiful. Did you write it?”
I laugh. “Nafasam, I wish to adorn you with all the words filled with beauty, but no, I’m nowhere as poetic as Saadi.”
She shuffles and sits up to gaze at me. “Who’s Saadi? Why isn’t he a member of our merry band of misfits?”
Pure laughter leaves my core and fills the space between us. “He’s dead. Died in 1291.”