Page 20 of Room One Hundred and Six

“Tell me again how sweet our little thief tastes, brother?”

That’s Shayne.

“Fucking nectar. Virgin juices are always the best.”

The hand is back on my sex and my thong being shoved aside for a second time.

“Let’s see what our sweet little jungle flower thinks.” We’ve already done this. But I’m wetter and hotter than I was before. I’m breathing harshly and pressing on the door, but I can’t move. Of course I can’t move three boulders.

A finger is held up to my mouth. “Open for Voss, sweet thing. Open for him and taste how sweet you are.” When I don’t do as I am commanded, one of them grips my chin and slants their mouth over mine. My lips are forced open, and the invasion is by a man determined to take every single thing he wants from me.

A hand moves to my head, fists my hair and pulls.

“Mm,” I moan into his mouth and he’s right there eating my cries of pleasure.

Jasper, I realize. The gruff of his trimmed beard and the way his tongue strokes mine is unique. I don’t know how to explain it other than soul-touching. I try to end the kiss but the second I pull away, my head is angled in a way for the next to take what they want.

“Shayne,” I gasp as his angular face comes into view.

When my lips open, Voss slips his finger in replacing the feel of his brother’s name on my tongue with the tangy sweetness of my juices.

“Clean my finger, my pretty jungle flower. Practice for how you’re going to suck my cock.”

His voice is low and raspy.

I do.

“Good girl.”

Between three men, it only takes seconds for my stolen jacket and stilettos to hit the floor.

I gasp softly as it falls open and my heavy breasts bounce free.

“Fuck, I could come just looking at your beauty.” Shayne drags the tip of his tongue around my aroused nipple once. Twice. I arch into him and shudder under the daring and dark look in his eyes.

With Jasper holding my back to his front, Shayne nips the flesh, pulling a surprised gasp from me.

“Fuck!” I groan from the slight pain burning into delicate flesh.

Everything after that is a blur. My thong doesn't hold up against their demands. The scrap of silk and lace are shredded at our feet.

“Shayne,” I no more than whimper. Placing his hands on my ass, the large man drags me against him while Jasper moves in behind me.

My eyes caress over Shayne’s clothed body. I reach for him, slipping my hands beneath the black material of his dress shirt. One button after another pops open and all that glorious muscle I knew he held away from prying eyes comes into view.

With my bare ass in Shayne’s powerful hands, I lean forward and rake my teeth over the hard tips of his nipples. His eyes are fierce and burning as they track my movements between one and the other. I sneak a peek and every time our eyes lock I feel the pull of his energy deep inside me.

Behind me, Jasper rocks his hips against my backside and I stiffen when the hard length of his cock nudges the seam of my ass. He’s practically inside me.

“Easy, my little moon. Easy,” he soothes in a hushed tone when my panicked eyes meet his.

Not sweet thing this time, I notice. I kind of like the change of endearment.

“Jasper, I’m not…” Ugh. I hate how red my face feels right now.

His lips curl. “I know. You’re a virgin. I know, but that doesn’t change the fact your ass needs a good fucking. This sweet pink hole needs a man’s cock filling it while another claims that virgin blood.”

My head dips out of embarrassment at being my age and not knowing how to pleasure a man.

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