Page 61 of Blue Moon Mistress

“Yes.” The word is a breath as I rise on him. That breath pulls sharply in when his hand moves to my thigh, his thumb to my clit. “Every chance I get.”

“You truly are a wicked witch, aren’t you?” Johnny says from the couch, his voice thick.

“Only for you four.” Because I don’t want this with anyone else. This driving need that feels like it could too easily consume me… They’re the only ones.

I rock on him, grinding myself against his thumb, angling myself so his every stroke hits that perfect spot inside of me. It doesn’t take long before my whole body winds tight.

“Come for me, sweetness.” Joshua’s words are rough as he matches my rhythm. “Let us know how much you love our cocks.”

I barely recognize myself in the moan that comes as I tear apart again. Delirium suffuses me and it takes me a few moments to remember where I am.

But Joshua’s still hard within me, and Chase’s palm slides up my spine, pressing me down onto Joshua’s chest.

“I think the whole neighborhood heard that,” Joshua’s words are a whisper against my ear. “Which one of us do you think they think you’re fucking? Because no one would believe we’re lucky enough that you’d be riding all of our cocks.”

I laugh against his skin. “They might think you’re that lucky.”

Joshua pulls me to him, kissing me fiercely.

Some things don’t go away with the full moon. And some things can’t be stopped with a simple spell.

That possessive and surly nature isn’t going to go away. The fact that they’re willing to share… from what I’ve been told, that’s rare.

But who knows what long held, witchy prejudices have gotten wrong?

He thrusts up into me in long and slow movements and I know he’s doing what he can to prolong his turn inside me. I don’t blame him. After all, I get all four of them. They only get one of me.

I feel Chase’s hands on me, spreading me, but I can’t look over my shoulder, not with the way Joshua grips me.

That’s why we both gasp when Chase notches himself against me too. Joshua stills, and Chase presses in against him. The slow slide drags a whimper from me, and Joshua grits his teeth.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full before.

“Fuck.” The word—echoing the one on repeat in my mind—comes from Johnny. “If Joshua’s face is any clue, I want dibs on that next time.”

Beneath me, Joshua’s face is twisted in that pained grimace of pleasure.

“You okay?” I ask and am met with a confusion that borders on irritation.

“You’reasking me that? You have two cocks stuffed in you. Are you okay?”

I nod, trying to catch my breath. “Better than.”

Chase adjusts, still silent behind me, and Joshua groans. “Fuck. You were tight before.”

I don’t think I could move now, if I wanted to. But I definitely don’t need to.

Joshua and Chase start moving inside me, their rhythm the perfect opposite of each other’s and I know it would be all too easy to mess that up.

They fill me up and Chase holds me down against Joshua’s chest, my clit grinding against the rough hair at the base of his cock.

And Joshua, despite the warning he gave Johnny, nudges my head to the side and his teeth find my skin.

It’s everything I want.

It’s too good. It feels like it’s too much.

Joshua jerks beneath me, crushing me to his chest and I hear Chase chuckle a moment before Joshua’s hands bracket my face and he kisses me so deeply, we both have to come up for air when he lets go.

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