Page 2 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

His giant, hard, erect cock is suddenly right up in my face.

“Charming,” I say with a subtle eye roll.

“Callum’s got a point,” Haze confirms, crawling closer to us. “Your voice is intoxicating when you're singing, but we need to record your orgasm sounds.”

“What?” I say, and a giggle escapes me. Not because I’m finding this funny, but Asher’s just slipped his hand between my butt crack, his fingers coaxing me to pull my thighs slightly apart.

I observe Haze rise from the bed. He unhooks the microphone from its stand, passes it to Callum, and then takes a seat by the mixing console.

“Suck my brother’s cock,” he commands, and Jagger stops playing his guitar and watches with interest. But I can already see his cock getting hard as soon as he leans the instrument against the wall to focus on what is taking place on the bed.

I look up at Callum; he’s grabbed the black elastic band from his wrist, pushing his light blonde hair off his face into a knot and secures it with the elastic.

“Siren, I’m already hard for you.” A genuine and warm smile spreads across his gorgeous face, transforming his features into an expression of pure delight.

“You’re fucking serious,” I say, turning my attention back to Haze, who, like Jagger, is just wearing black boxer briefs, but there’s no hiding the massive bulges going on in their tight shorts with both of them.

“You want to record our orgy?” I say, surprised and maybe a little excited. Both he and Asher are mixing gods with how they mix sounds to create beats into masterpieces.

“I want you to blow Callum’s cock. Asher will be behind you to get you off, and you will scream out your orgasm with that fucking sexy rhythmic voice of yours.”

“You’re really serious,” my eyes widen like saucers, mirroring the unexpected shock written across my face.

“As serious as a fucking daisy, babe.”

All four guys agree that this is going to be a masterpiece, and I’m left with no choice but to try out their experiment.

“I thought this is the song we want to get the label to approve and have one of ours on the album instead of some trashy pop shit they want us to record.”

“It is,” Jagger says. “Except they’ll never know the roots of whereit came from.”

“It’s like a fuck you to them arseholes,” Callum adds bluntly, his cock twitching with approval. I lean forward and stretch my neck out to lick the pre-cum off the tip.

“Fuck,” he moans. “That was fucking sexy, siren.”

My lips curve up to a smile.

“You taste delicious.”

Someone moans. It may have been all four guys.

“Ready, sweety?” Jagger says as he joins Haze by the workstation with all the recording and mixing equipment.

“Ahhh,” I groan as Asher’s arm curls around to my front. His finger finds my clit and strokes it. After teasing me these last five minutes with his hand on my ass, I’m not sure how long I’ll last.

Sometimes, I wonder about the strangest things at the wildest times, and right now, the craziest thing has popped into my mind.

I can’t help but muse if a woman’s coochie growled like a stomach whenever it was horny, would it sound like an alarm to alert the male cock that a pussy is starving and needs to be fed?

“You’re so wet for me,” Ash says, directing my wandering mind to silence as he inserts a finger inside me and then pulls it out.

I turn to watch him pop his finger into his mouth and slowly close his eyes as if savoring the taste.

“Sweet like candy.” He murmurs, his eyelids re-open and directly lock onto my face with a sly, satisfied grin.

“She tastes like sugared almonds,” Haze calls out. The subtle dimples on his cheeks deepen, adding a touch of charm to his smile. His teeth, perfectly aligned, gleam in the soft light, enhancing the overall sparkle of his expression.

“Tasty treat,” Jagger adds, and he’s not smiling. He’s transfixed on me or what Asher’s doing behind me.

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