Page 17 of Revenge On Her Dad's Best Friends

The pulse in her throat started to beat at a maniacal pace. Fresh slivers of wetness dripped from her pussy. Her breasts were so heavy, her nipples so hard, she moaned out loud.

"Yes,” was all she could muster. As soon as the word left her mouth, Bradford pulled a chair between her legs, sat down on it, and lowered his head to between her thighs.

Wait... wait... wait.

Oh god.

She immediately tried to jump away as Bradford’s tongue trailed up and down her wet center, giving rise to a thousand bursting stars behind her closed eyes. But Reece reached for her throat again and tightened his hold. On her own accord, she held onto Zachariah’s cock, feeling him pulse against her. He growled in her ear, and she clutched harder onto him.

Bradford ran his thumb over her clit before he engulfed the bead in his mouth. She ricocheted forward, struggling to breathe as her world spun out of control. Bradford sucked on her, alternating sweeping his tongue up her center, dipping into the middle where she was a river of arousal, and then reaching the bundle of sensitized nerves once again with his wet tongue.

She didn’t mean to come. It was a culmination of everything. Reece’s hand on her throat, his mouth on hers. Zachariah’s teeth nibbled on her ear while she held onto his cock like it was her only anchor in the world, but worried she was hurting him by the way she kept clinging to him for dear life. And Bradford’s open mouth on her, his tongue and teeth on her pussy, licking her so lasciviously, she was caught between wanting to press herself closer to his mouth or push him away. Everything turned out to be too much.

The orgasm that shattered from her seemed to come from the depths of her soul. Tears sprang to her eyes as she shuddered and writhed. But they weren’t done. Bradford took Reece’s place; his large hand held her jaw in place while he punished her mouth with demanding kisses that ended in the taste of her.

Reece slipped a finger into her contracting pussy, his mouth on her clit, her folds. He left bites on the inside of her thighs that would bruise tomorrow, and still she wanted more.

Zachariah unbuckled his belt and unearthed his cock from his pants, and then she was touching his gloriously naked shaft. God, he was enormous. Her fingers couldn’t wrap around him.

The scent of his soap that wafted from him created its own aphrodisiac. Her fingers skimmed over the wetness of his cock.

Her body chased that feeling again, the feeling of erupting into Reece’s mouth the same way she had done in Bradford’s.

By the time Zachariah slipped between her thighs, delivering his own brand of torture on her pussy, she was crying out to Bradford and Reece, clumsily trying to get their belts unbuckled. They removed the shirt from her body completely and then helped her with their belts. Seconds later, she came with the resounding magnitude of a firestorm into Zachariah’s mouth as she held both Bradford’s and Reece’s thick, hard, and beautiful cocks in her hands.

Still shaking and barely recovering from her mind-altering orgasms, Zachariah pulled down the zip on her boots and then removed them from her. He stood from the chair next, scooped her up so she was cradled in his arms, and carried her to a flat velvet lounger. He placed her on her hands and knees. Naked and exposing her butt to them.

She looked behind her to find them staring at her, their gazes igniting little fires wherever they looked. They ran their hands over her body, down her back to her ass.

“Silk,” Reece murmured.

“Sweet, soft, scented silk,” Zachariah added. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up from it.

She made the mistake of looking down between her legs and instantly realized if she got any wetter, she was going to stain the velvet of the lounger with her essence.

No. No. No. She clenched the lower part of her stomach to stop the deluge of juices that just seemed to flow from her despite already coming three times, but she fought a losing battle.

In front of her, Reece opened the briefcase Lady Night had sent them. Calista’s heart missed a beat, then another when he retrieved something from the case. Fire snaked around her nerves. Her pussy pulled taut, and so did her bottom hole.

Oh god. They were right; she should be scared.

Chapter Sixteen

We will own everything about you.

Their words came back to Calista with a thunderous bang. Her gaze flitted nervously over the glass butt plug she was damn sure was not going to fit in her bottom if they dunked her whole butthole in lube.

A glass butt plug.

Had that been in the briefcase the whole time? Had she really been carrying around a butt plug the whole trip to get to their penthouse? Also, why was Lady Night sending them a sex toy?

But all her thoughts ceased to exist when Reece strolled toward her. He’d tucked his cock away, but he hadn’t buckled his belt—Bradford and Zachariah had done the same.

All that could be heard was the sound of her pants, uncontrolled. How could she be so aroused and wet and scared at the same time?

She nervously watched Zachariah take possession of a huge bottle of lube that had also been inside the case. Calista didn’t want to think about what else Lady Night had sent them. Also, again, why?

“Owning every part of you means exactly that,” Reece said, coming to stand in front of her. He tapped the glass plug to the lower lip. “Suck,” he ordered her. Calista raised her gaze to him and twirled her tongue around the cool glass. It wasn’t very big, but to a virgin like her, panic was all she could feel at its size.

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