Page 89 of Sovereign Oaths

“Me,” Cruz said with his ocean eyes locked on my core.

“Do you want that, princess?” Marco asked, and I nodded.

Cruz knelt between my legs, and Derek reached down, spreading my knees for him.

My eyes locked on Cruz’s as he lowered, slowly dragging his tongue up my seam once, then twice. He didn’t try to slip inside, just teasing me.

“Do you want Javi to touch you?” Marco’s voice was much lower.

“Yes.” I whimpered at the thought of more of them on me.

Javi knelt next to our left legs and lifted his hand to my apex, slipping his finger between my folds and instantly finding my clit.

Cruz hummed against me and repeatedly licked my entrance, savoring me.

They worked in tandem, wordlessly bringing me higher as Cruz pressed his face into me, driving his tongue into my pussy as Javi pressed and squeezed my sensitive nub.

I pinched my eyes closed and lost myself to the building pressure in my lower belly. I still needed more.

I peeked over to Derek, who was watching closely, not touching himself. They were serious about taking care of just me, but I wanted more.

“Derek,” I called to him, and he slid across the blanket to me.

“Yes, love?” His dark eyes held the promise of pleasure.

“I need more.”

He grinned. “You heard our girl. She needs more.”

Javi chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

Derek bent over, pushing Marco’s hand away with his nose before wrapping his mouth over my breast, taking in as much as he could as he dragged his flat tongue over my pebbled peak.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

“Make me forget,” I begged.

“Do you want Cruz’s cock, princess?” Marco whispered.

I gasped as Cruz growled against me. “Yes.”

His mouth disappeared, and Javi’s fingers replaced him, pumping in and out of me, adding to the pressure.

The sound of clothes dropping to the floor was the only warning before Cruz pressed his tip against my wet entrance. “You want me, nena?”

“Yes,” I cried as he slid into me. Thanks to his work, I was so ready for him, and he filled me with his full length.

“Yes!” I screamed out again.

“She’s so tight,” Cruz panted as he rocked in and out of me.

“Does he feel good, babe?” Javi asked as he continued to press on my clit in circles.

“Fuck yes,” I said without opening my eyes.

Derek flicked my nipple with his tongue, then bit at the same moment Marco pinched my other. The four of them worked in perfect unison, without communicating. It was a beautifully orchestrated harmony written just for me.

In less just a few minutes, I was there, falling over the edge. The pressure finally released as I slid into blissful oblivion surrounded by the only people I’d ever truly wanted. Needed. Trusted. Or loved.

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