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“Eat my pussy,” I cry, not even caring anymore. I just need this, need to finish what I know will be the best damn orgasm of my entire life.

“At your service, Princess.”

He goes in hard this time, stroking my clit with firm, rhythmic strokes while his fingers pump into me until I can’t hold back anymore. My back arches and my chest heaves as I cry out, bucking under him while his tongue torments me relentlessly, forcing me to keep going even when I’ve crested. I start to come down, my whole body quaking with the intensity, but he keeps going, pushing me over the edge again before I know it’s coming.

My thighs clench, and the others release my knees. I grip Sebastian’s head between my legs and lift my hips, grinding against his face. Wrenching one hand free from Billy’s grasp, I bury it in Sebastian’s hair, gripping the strands as hard as I can to hold him in place while I stuff his mouth against me. I cry out again and again, the wordless sounds of pleasure rippling over the dark, silent night around us. Sebastian moans and sucks, stroking my tender, painfully overstimulated bud with his tongue and burrowing his nose against me, inhaling and licking and biting, dragging me harder against him as he gorges himself on me until I cum again.

Finally, he sits back on his heel, running his hands up my inner thighs to push my knees wide. “Look at that,” he says, his voice filled with admiration. “Her cunt’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it? And with the car behind her… Damn, I wish I had a camera. That’s the picture I want in my locker, Princess.”

I lie there in a daze, knowing I should be humiliated but not finding the energy for it after the mind-blowing orgasms.

“Can I fuck her?” Tony asks, still jerking himself beside us.

“You so much as touch her, I’ll cut your fucking hands and your dick off,” Sebastian says, then strokes his thumb through my folds, opening my drenched center to the icy air. “Her cunt’s dripping like a whore’s already, and I haven’t even fucked it. I’m going to have fun with this one. Definitely worth the wait.”

“Doesn’t count,” Tony says.

Sebastian stands and leans over me, lowering himself and pressing a salty kiss to my lips. “You ready?” he asks, his voice and eyes all gentleness now. He cradles my head on his hand and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

I don’t even know what he’s asking, and I’m too stunned to figure it out. I feel like I’m drunk, and I think he’s asking if he can’t fuck me right here, but I know it doesn’t matter what I say at this point. It would be unfair to deny him an orgasm after the ones he just gave me, and the truth is, I’d let him do it right here in front of all his friends just to cum that hard again.

He chuckles and pulls me up to sitting, then snags my jeans and hands them to me. I stand on wobbly legs and manage to get them on with Sebastian’s help as the others stand around snickering. He pulls me in, wrapping an arm around me and pressing me to his chest before kissing the top of my head. “He’s wrong,” he murmurs against my head. “You taste better than anything else in the world.”

seventeen

Sebastian Swift

“Let’s not end the party too soon,” Tony says, grabbing Lexi. “It’s your turn.”

He tosses her down on the hood of the Viv’s car, his big dick bobbing in the cold air.

“Billy,” she screams, trying to twist away as Tony yanks open her jeans.

“Go fuck on your own car,” I call. “You’re going to dent the Corvette.”

“Dude, for the last time, my cousin ain’t interested in your Yankee ass,” Billy says, grabbing Tony from behind and dragging him off Lexi. He has his hand in her pants, and she’s jerked along with him. She crashes to the ground, tumbling across the gravel and cursing as her hair flies in her face.

Billy and Tony start to scuffle, and after a minute, it gets heated, and fists fly. I pull Vivienne around the other side of her car while they go at it in the middle of the dirt road. I’ll get involved if needed, but considering Tony’s just got Theo as backup, I don’t think it’ll turn into much of a brawl, even with the two guys from the bonfire who came over to watch me finish off Vivienne. I don’t recognize them, so they probably go to Willow Heights, but there are still more of us.

Tony gets Billy on the ground, and Theo steps in and kicks him while he’s pinned. Maddox strolls over and shoves Theo away, and the smaller guy goes reeling. Maddox is the biggest guy on the team, not just tall but fucking ripped, and even though Tony and Billy are both good sized football players, they look like children in Maddox’s hands as he hauls them apart and drags them both to their feet.

“Enough,” he growls. “Tony, you live on our street, and that comes with certain benefits, but you’re not one of us. When you go after one of ours, you forfeit any protection we offer. Is that what you want to do?”

I hug Vivienne tighter to my chest, wondering if I should try to split now that they’re talking gang business or avoid drawing attention to the princess here.

“What about him?” Tony protests, throwing an arm in Billy’s direction.

Maddox lifts his chin and gives Tony his stone face. “Billy’s one of us.”

“She’s not,” Tony says, pointing at Lexi with menace burning in his dark eyes.

“I may not be a Crow,” she says. “But I belong here more than you ever will. Now put your little dick away before you lose it.”

She leans in and spits, and it takes a second for me to realize she spit right on his dick, which is the very opposite of little, and still hanging out of his pants. The air is sucked from the group as everyone stands there, waiting for him to react.

“You fucking cunt,” he says, starting toward her.

Maddox holds up a warning hand. “Take another step and see what happens.”

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