Page 142 of Your Side of the Offense

Caleb chuckles darkly.

“I love that. More,” Harvey says.

“Plea…” the letters melt in my mouth as he flicks my clit again, my whole body pulling together. But it’s still not enough.

“Please… more,” I tremble, trying to move my center to him.

My vision goes blurry as he indulges me, sending his expert tongue to my neediest of places. His sharp eyes meet mine when my vision returns. I groan as my body catches the wave. Jaden goes behind me and pulls me by my ponytail and cuts my air supply. Archer and Caleb pinch my nipples and my back arches.

Yes.

I close my eyes, my body shaking violently.

Ten.

Jaden frees my ankles, knees, and elbows and unattaches me from the chair.

I hold my elation and excitement back as I meet Harvey’s eyes as he rises to his feet. “It has just begun, little demon.”

The words aren’t full of softness, it’s a threat. A threat to batter me with pleasure till I am nothing but dust.

Jaden helps me up and I cling to him, rubbing my face on his neck. My body throbbing with need. I want so much; to touch him everywhere at once, to take from him what I need, I don’t know where to start. My body hasn’t returned to me fully.

Like he’s reading my mind, Jaden lifts me, my weak legs curling around him. I think he is going to take me to the bed, but he lifts me a little more before his girth breaches my walls. I groan needily, desperately moving my body up and down.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Take what you need,” Jaden says.

“You made such a mess, Bumble,” Caleb says.

“She’s still dripping all over me,” Jaden sounds like he has just seen something wonderous.

“She’s about to make more,” Harvey comes behind me, running his hand up and down my body greedily, collecting my wetness before breaching my other tight hole.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs tightening around Jaden. I ride harder, faster.

“I bet she’s clenching like crazy. She looks like she is in a trance,” Caleb says.

“A needy little slut, aren’t you?” Harvey adds a second and third finger, stretching me, intensifying Jaden’s impact.

Archer comes into view and his gentle touch and kind eyes hold me hostage for a moment.

“You are such a good girl, Peach.”

“It’s too much, Arch,” I say.

“Just hold on for me, okay?”

“But—?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet, okay? I want to see you at your limit. Just be a good girl for me, okay?”

His words almost undo me but I disturb the rhythm, slowing.

“I don't think I can take it.”

“You can. We need to prepare you, and you’ll take us because you were made for us, understand?” Archer is being gentle but firm, and I can’t help but submit to his words. I’ll do whatever to please him.

I stare at the man I love and nod.

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