Page 109 of Rebel

“Better do as I’m told then, huh?” She reaches down, grips my chin, and tugs me up her body until my mouth is level with her pussy. “Or better yet, you all do as you’re told. You want a taste, baby? Make me come. Make me scream, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Promise?” I murmur, licking her mound. I watch her eyes darken, and her grip on my chin tightens.

“Show me why I should let you,” she commands while turning her head, grabbing Chase, and dragging him into a kiss.

His groan echoes around the room, and she moans into his mouth. Narrowing my eyes, I slide my hand up one of her supple thighs and drag it up. I press her heeled foot into my shoulder as I grip her hips and pull her closer, burying my face in her pussy and inhaling deeply.

I’m unable to stop my groan at the scent of her. Beck Danvers is a threat to my sanity. My cock jerks as her arms wrap around me, driving me wild, and I can’t resist dragging my tongue from the top of her pretty, pink, wet pussy down to her hole and then back up.

She gasps into Chase’s mouth, making me smirk as I lick every inch of her, dipping even lower and circling her asshole before pressing my tongue inside her. She jerks but rocks her hips as I tongue her pretty ass, holding her to me. The heel of her foot digs into my shoulder, making me hiss, but the pain only makes me more determined.

I want everyone out there to hear her scream, to know what’s happening in here and whom she belongs to.

“Trav,” she whimpers, and I glance up. Her eyes are locked on me, and her mouth is parted on her moans. Chase’s hands cup her breasts, tweaking and playing with her nipples as she spreads her legs wider, offering herself to me.

How can I resist?

Beck Danvers was created to break men like me.

Break them and own them.

She can break me, and she can own every inch of me as long as she doesn’t take this pretty pussy away. I’ll live on my knees if she wants.

Licking up, I flick her clit and make her cry out. Her back arches, and the sight is so fucking sexy, I have to reach down and grip my cock, stopping myself from coming. Closing my eyes, I lash her clit until she cries out, tilting her hips and grinding her cunt into my face until I can’t breathe.

I bury my face deeper, thrusting my tongue inside her and tasting every inch of her delicious cream. I feel it covering my face and neck, and I want more. I want it to cover every inch of me like a brand. I want to smell her all over me all night.

Sucking her clit, I demand more of her cream, sliding my hand higher on her leg as I thrust two fingers inside her. I force my rings in there, knowing the bumps on them hit that spot inside her as she screams, clenching around my fingers.

Looking up, I see Chase pinching her pretty pink nipples as her chest flushes. Her leg starts to tremble at my side, and I know she’s close. I shove another finger into her, stretching her as I fuck her with them, all while sucking and licking her throbbing clit until she comes with a scream.

She gushes down my fingers and into my waiting mouth as I drink every drop, licking her clean as she cries. She traps my head with her legs, her body shaking for me, until she tries to push me away. I don’t let her. I keep licking until she’s whining again, and only then do I sit back.

My cock is so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t burst from my jeans. It’s painful, and each brush of the denim nearly makes my eyes cross as I stare at her dripping pussy. I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.

“I love the taste of your cum.” I slide all three fingers into my mouth as I meet her gaze, sucking them clean. “But I need to be inside your pretty cunt more.”

I’m wild as I surge to my feet and slam my lips to hers, making her taste herself as she groans, lifts her legs, and wraps them around my waist as I drag her away from Chase and turn us. I drop her to the nearest surface, which happens to be the pool table. She falls back against the felt, sending balls flying everywhere, and her hands slide down my chest before tugging at my jeans. “Then fuck me, Trav.”

Jesus fucking Christ. I take in the sight of her spread below me for a moment— her blonde hair, wild eyes, bruised lips, and flushed chest. Beck Danvers is an otherworldly being, and until I met her, I didn’t know what all the songs I sang meant.

Now I understand them.

Her eyebrow rises as I continue to stare. “Are you going to fuck me, Trav, or are you having trouble?” She smirks. “If so, there are two other cocks here—” I press my hand to her mouth, and her eyes widen as I smirk.

“There, that’s better.” I grab the pool cue. “But now, you’ll get this for being a brat.”

She widens her eyes, clearly wondering what I mean. Grabbing her hands, I drag her up the table until she’s spread wide on it, and I press the cue to her wrists and notch it in each pocket, trapping her.

“Try to struggle,” I order. “Go on.”

She fights to free her hands, the pool table moving from the force, but she gets nowhere, and she glares at me, trying to work it out of her mouth.

I release her mouth and grab a ball from the table. “Finished being a brat?” I ask as I drag the wet ball down her heaving chest, over her tight nipples, and lower. She moans as I slide it along her wet pussy, rubbing the ball into her clit until she’s rolling her hips, fucking herself on it, her eyes shutting in pleasure.

“Good girl,” I praise, but then I pull it away when she’s close again, making her snarl my name in annoyance. Chuckling, I lick the ball clean as I watch her before sliding it over her overheated pussy again as she kicks at me.

Ignoring her, I pin one leg with my other hand and slide it around her clit in maddening circles until she cries out, her back arching even as she’s pinned. I see Chase and Kolton moving around to watch what I’m doing, and I don’t care—not with my girl below me like this. I rub it over and over until it’s dripping with her cream, and then I slide it down, pressing it to her hole as her eyes snap to mine.

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