Page 6 of Room One Hundred and Eighteen

The aqua wallpaper in the room is a glorious backdrop for her. She’s like a glorious Greek statue or something, something heaven sent for us. A gift of sorts.

My tongue slips in between those cheeks and she jumps when my tongue slips along the tiny rosette buried between her plush cheeks.

“What?”

But I turn her quickly. I glare up at her from her dainty feet. “Don’t move and don’t touch me. I’ll fucking blow my damn load if you touch me, princess.”

And I twist that glorious silk and lace thong at her hip, snapping it ruthlessly. She jumps and her eyes widen behind her mask. All of us have them on.

I doubt if the reason she does is the same as ours.

But I shove the fear of her figuring out who we are down and nod at Max. I can’t trust Reid to touch her yet.

He moves up behind her and she jumps again as he grasps her full tits in his big hands. They’re even more than a handful for him and I know that she’s perfect for us.

Some people might say she’s too much but they’re stupid.

Max holds her steady and I move closer, reaching out to pull her thighs wide, slipping one over my shoulder. My mouth waters when I see her glistening juices coating her pretty golden-red curls. She’s perfectly trimmed and every man’s damn fantasy.

“Look at that pretty pussy. So perfect. And it wants to be touched, doesn’t it, princess.”

She nods her head, her wide green eyes locked on me. Max’s emerald eyes glare at me. “Now,” he snarls.

I flip him off and he gnashes his teeth like a wild animal. “All in good time.”

Then I run my tongue up her soft thigh, letting my mouth come up to her soft curls before I go back down to the base of her rounded thighs. Up and down I go, moaning at the taste of her on my tongue. Growling when I reach her weeping slit and taste the sweet, spicy taste of her on my tongue, straight from her pussy.

“How does she taste?” Reid is running his hand up his dick and he’s staring at her core like he could teleport himself to it, could drown in the taste of her.

“Like a fucking perfect dessert. So damn good.”

And that seems to set my hunger off, dragging at the chain of control I have and snapping it like a piece of thin string.

I dive in between her smooth thighs, pushing them wider, digging my tongue in between her thick, juicy folds. Her taste is more delicious with every swipe and I lap at her, pushing my tongue inside her silken depths and fucking her with it while my thumb comes up and pushes on her clit, pushing hard until her hips dance back and forth and she murmurs, begging.

“Please. Please don’t stop.”

Fuck, do I want to hear her say my name. I want her to beg me to fuck her.

But she doesn’t know who I am. So I have to make do with the senseless pleading she spouts from her full red lips, Max’s fingers plucking at her nipples, playing them like a maestro.

She stiffens and I lap at her harder, my tongue digging into her sweet heat as she explodes all over my tongue.

“Fuck yeah! That’s a good girl.” She shivers and her eyes widen, her body going limp above me as Reid moves closer and his wide fingers close over her delicate throat, pushing lightly.

Her eyes close and I shake my head, nipping at her thigh. “Don’t you fucking dare look away, princess! You take all of this.”

She pants and her face is slowly turning to the prettiest flush I’ve ever seen.

Then he whispers in her ear, “Let him have your pussy, princess. Give it to him and let go.”

She shivers and her eyes lock on me as her body finally shakes and explodes in a fury of pulsing goodness.

I lap it all up until she gives in and her face twists as her orgasm washes over her body again.

Max catches her body as she crumples and he picks her up and carries her to the bed, laying her back on the silken teal sheets.

“So fucking perfect.” I have to hold back those three little words so much that I bite my tongue to keep from saying them. It’s too soon. It’s too much.

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