Page 115 of Wreck Me

She grabbed her breasts and tugged at her nipples, her cries and the slapping of flesh filling the room like the sweetest melody.

I fisted her hair and jerked her head back, forcing her wide-eyed gaze to mine. “I’m gonna spray my cum all over your breasts, then feast on it. And when Bastian comes in your ass, I’m gonna spread you open and lick up every drop too.”

“Holy shit,” she rasped.

I felt her clench down hard around me. “You like my dirty mouth, darling?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes.”

Bastian chuckled darkly.

And then we picked up the pace, alternating our thrusts and fucking the shit out of her.

The next thing I knew, she was scraping her sharp nails down my chest, then taking control and fucking me like a wild, unhinged thing, rapid-fire, her body a blur as it fucked up and down.

“Yeah, baby, take your pleasure,” Bastian told her, his hands running wildly up and down her back, in her hair, over her face, as she rammed back and forth on the both of us, while scratching the shit out of me and basically marking me in the process.

Fuck, yes!

I fumbled around, then managed to snatch up the toothbrush, and then I was brushing her clit over and over.

She shrieked and clenched down around me like a vise, her whole body shuddering as she came all over my cock.

I didn’t stop and it took her higher and higher, and she rode harder and rougher, tearing a snarl from me as she drove me right to the edge.

Bastian cursed, then grunted, coming inside her.

It set her off and another orgasm ripped her apart and she was thrashing on me.

As Bastian pulled out and staggered back, I reached around and jammed the handle of the brush into her ass. “Keep that cum for me, darling.”

She snarled, losing it, then bit down on my shoulder, breaking skin in her ferociousness.

“Motherfucker!” I roared, the sharp pain taking me right where I needed it to.

I ripped her off my cock, shoved her down onto her back, ripped off my condom, then shot my load all over her throat and breasts, ropes and ropes painting her soft skin.

I pounced on her in the next second and slathered her with my tongue, licking it all up.

Then I pushed her legs back and spread open her ass and dove in, thrusting my tongue in deep. She thrashed and shrieked, and I kept going, scooping out Bastian’s cum and feasting on it until I’d swallowed down every drop.

By the time I pulled back, licking my lips, she was boneless laid across the couch and Bastian slumped against the cushion, stroking her hair as his eyes blazed at me.

I grinned and he lifted his lips, a silent communication passing between us before we both gazed down at her.

Ours.

I smiled as I watched Bastian tuck Skylar into bed, in the same guestroom we’d settled her in the first time she’d stayed over after the fight club thing.

A lot had changed since then.

A lot toward her.

She’d grown on both me and Bastian and for different reasons, aspects of her melding well with different parts of us.

Not to get all schmaltzy, but what had happened in the den earlier had felt like a culmination of all of that, a special moment that would be engraved in time and on all three of us going forward.

I’d felt an intense surge of protectiveness over her even during and I’d held back a lot, and not just because Bastian had asked, but for her. She’d been so out of it afterward that Bastian had carried her up here and I’d retrieved one of my ointments and applied it for her to soothe all the erotic abuse she’d taken from us both as she’d slipped into sleep.

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