Page 142 of Look, Don't Touch

The pussy in question—mine—twitches.

Hota buries his face against my cunt. Nose. Lips. Tongue. Chin. All in the game.

Oh my fucking God!

My back arches without my permission. Air turns to steam inside my lungs. My fingers latch onto Arlo’s arms while my ass grinds against his lap.

It’s as though I’ve said yes to a roller coaster and gotten on at the drop. Hands up. Gaping screams. Life flashing before my eyes.

“Oh my God!” It’s somewhere between a gasp and a choke.

His nose is pressed firmly to my clit. His lips kiss mine. His chin is jammed in the crack of my ass. And his fucking tongue is trying to tickle my cervix. There’s nothing tentative, shy, or reserved about the man between my legs. Except, he’s not a man. He’s turned into a beast on the hunt for my orgasm, and nothing will stand in his way.

“My siren, don’t you know better by now?” Arlo nips my earlobe. “It’s ‘Oh my Arlo.’ Or, in this case, ‘Oh my Hota.’”

All I can do is whimper in response.

Hota’s tongue curls against my front wall, seeking my G-spot. It seems impossible that he can get so deep or hold his breath for so long, but my quaking cunt says nope, very possible.

My head shakes in disbelief as the heat and tingle of my climax gather in my belly.

“Yes, Hailey.” Arlo purrs. “Believe it. This is happening. I’m holding you tight against my weeping cock while my friend tongue fucks my perfect pussy.”

“Oh fuck!” My hips jerk, and my cunt convulses.

The world has shrunk to nothing more than the lightning whipping and cracking through my veins, scorching my skin, and cooking my brain. I surrender to it, relinquishing my soul to Arlo and my body to Hota. It’s beautiful destruction.

When I come down, I sag against Arlo’s chest. The muscles in my stomach seem to think I did a thousand sit-ups. My heart seems to think I ran a marathon. Neither of those things will ever happen.

Hota sits back on his heels. His lips and chin glisten with my arousal. The lust in his eyes is like mercury. Stunning and deadly. He licks his lips and swallows me down.

“That’s a good start,” Arlo rumbles. My head jerks up to look at him. He winks at me, then turns to Hota. “She owes me more than one.”

Behind Hota, the woman moans. Flesh smacks against flesh. I can’t tear my gaze away from his dangerous one to look. It’s like I’m caught in a trance. My smile is thrilled and terrified. I am willing prey.

He grins back, and then strikes. His teeth sink into my thigh close to my knee. Pleasure and a hint of pain dance up my legs.

“Yes.” I cry and buck in Arlo’s hold.

Unyielding teeth sting their way up my left thigh, one snap at a time until Hota’s cheek meets Arlo’s pinky. He licks the last bite, then turns on my other leg, repeating every chomp at his own maddening pace. I can never tell when the sublime punishment is coming.

“I’d like to get my cock in her tonight.” Arlo prods when Hota’s teeth sink into my hipbone.

“I’ve never known you to be impatient,” Hota speaks to Arlo, but his words vibrate over my belly.

“If you’ll notice, a few things have changed.” Arlo licks the length of my neck, then nibbles along the same path.

Hota’s head kicks up. He looks so innocent with his reddened lips so close to my stomach and his face canted at us. “Oh, I’ve noticed.” He kisses the face of my dragon with such reverence, my eyes go suddenly misty.

He eases back and offers me a wink. “Guess I should get to work before the boss puts an end to my fun.” He spears me with three fingers deep. His fingers curl in a come here motion.

I bow off Arlo’s chest, my body obeying.

“You’re hot and tight, Hailey. Perfect for Arlo’s fat cock.” His breath dances over my cheek. “Do you cry out when he stuffs you full?”

“Yes.” I’m nodding. “Oh fuck.” My words are loud in the large room.

“What about when he eats this perfect cunt?” Hota’s head lowers.