Page 12 of From the Ashes

I slip my fingers beneath the lace and brush them along her soft folds. Every time I get my hands on her pretty pussy, I swear she gets softer, and I don’t know whether I should get my filthy hands off her or if I should ruin her the way I crave.

A moan escapes her throat, but Kovu quickly swallows it. She’s so receptive to us, it’s fucking addictive.

I circle her clit softly, not giving her what she needs but teasing her until her hips thrust up, desperate for more. I want to make her so fucking desperate she can’t breathe without us touching her, because that’s how she makes me feel. It never feels like enough when it comes to Camilla.

Kovu releases her lips, trailing rough kisses down her throat, biting down on the sensitive flesh every so often, causing her to buck against my fingers.

“You’re a needy little lamb today, aren’t you?” he murmurs against the bite marks he’s just inflicted. Fuck, she looks so pretty when we mark her.

With my free hand, I grasp my hard length through my slacks and groan. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been inside my girl, and that’s going to change today. I don’t give a fuck if I was shot a week ago. If I don’t bury myself in her cunt soon, I’m going to fucking explode.

I press two fingers at her entrance, holding them there for a beat while she whines. “Crew, please.”

I chuckle and give her what she asks for, shoving both fingers to the knuckle and immediately searching for the spot that will set her off with a few well-placed ministrations. “You’re so wet for us, Little Menace. Such a desperate little whore.”

She moans, her gray eyes wild when they meet mine.

“Get my cock out, baby,” I demand, and she immediately moves to obey. Her fingers tug at my belt until she gets it unbuckled, and then she’s working on the zipper.

My hard length pops out as soon as the zipper gives way, and her eyes widen at my lack of briefs. Perhaps I knew I was going to need her at a moment’s notice today when I got dressed this morning.

She reaches for my cock, and the moment her small hand wraps around me, I groan. Fuck, she feels good. So fucking good.

“My car is going to smell like sex for weeks,” Kaos grumbles from the driver’s seat, his eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror, where he has the perfect view of our girl’s pussy.

“Sounds like a good problem to have.” Kovu chuckles.

He shoves at the neck of her dress, pushing it down her shoulders until her lacy black bra comes into view. He sinks his teeth into the top of her breast, tearing a cry from her throat and causing her to gush around my fingers.

“So perfect for us, baby. Look how wet you get when we hurt you. You love the pain,” I murmur against her throat as she works my cock in jerky movements.

I press my fingers deeper as I massage her G-spot in measured strokes. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and her pants get heavier. She drops her forehead to my shoulder as she tries desperately to keep her pumps of my cock even, but they’re anything but, and that only intensifies my own pleasure.

I fucking love that we make her fall apart for us. It’s intoxicating, just like the woman herself.

I withdraw my fingers and press a third against her entrance, causing her to scream out as she stretches around them.

“Fuck,” Camilla pants. “I can’t. It’s too much.” Her free hand shoves at my wrist, but my thrusts are relentless.

“You’re going to come for us, Little Menace. I want Kaos’s car to reek of your sweet juices for weeks. Don’t you want him to smell you every time he gets in the car? Always desperate to get home to your sweet pussy?” I whisper the filthy words against her ear as Kovu shoves her bra down and immediately covers one of her nipples with his mouth.

Bishop turns in his seat, watching with hunger in his eyes as I drag our woman to the edge.

“Do you want to come, baby girl?” I ask.

“Yes, please, Crew. Please,” she cries out.

I smirk and double my efforts on her G-spot, and it’s only seconds before her pussy clamps down around my fingers. She gushes over my hand, soaking the seat beneath her, and I follow her over the edge, squirting my cum all over her hand as she pumps me through both our releases.

“Fuck,” Bishop groans. “I didn’t know you could squirt, love.” His eyes are full of unadulterated lust, and I’m more than a little intrigued to see what’s going to play out when we pull into the garage.

Camilla’s cheeks heat as she looks at each of us and then the mess beneath her before locking on Kaos. “I’m so sorry.”

He smirks into the rearview mirror. “I’m not. I’m never going to get the sight of you squirting all over my car out of my head.” He grasps the bulge in his pants and groans at the pressure.

Oh, I have a feeling my little menace is going to get fucked six ways to Sunday when we get home, and I can’t fucking wait to watch.

CHAPTER TEN

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