Page 145 of Pretty Little Lies

Not that I want him to.

My gluttony craves his attention to be on me, all the Forsaken Boys in the same room, watching me get fucked by my stepbrother.

Even that makes me cream with his thick dick inside me as he pants and groans while I snack on his neck, hoping that he won’t mind the few marks I plan on leaving there.

Torin’s dick slides out of me, and I growl in irritation, ready to reach down between us and grab it again, when I feel Reeve suddenly press up from behind and enter me in one quick plunge.

I squeeze Torin’s body to mine in surprise and pleasure as his best friend takes me without permission or any foreplay of his own.

Reeve’s index finger finds my asshole, and he circles it in a silent oath of his own that he’s with Torin when they say they’re both going to take me at the same time.

I think I’ll die.

I’m fully aware that I’m going to hell anyway from the simple fact that I’m letting these boys share me without zero shame after we already fucked in the back of Torin’s SUV.

It must mean more than I care to admit. I’m allowing them to have pieces of me that I rarely give out and they treat me like a queen. Not once have they rubbed it in my face or taunted me with it.

No, they come back for more.

And I love that they can both do this with me without Reeve boasting about how his cock has a slight tilt to the right or Torin’s alpha personality shining through.

“Taking that second cock like a good little girl,” Torin praises me, still spreading my ass wide for Reeve to play with while his best friend takes his time in steady, casual movements. “But I’m already eager for more.”

And on cue, Reeve pulls out, and Torin replaces him for the second time, not giving a fuck if Reeve was almost there or not.

The Prince of The Landings and the surfer boy from Newport.

Except Reeve has no problem allowing Torin to act like the big dog.

“Are you squeezing him tight, McQueen?” Reeve asks against my ear. His tone so deliciously husky that it sends a ripple of goosebumps up my spine.

“Did you fuck her earlier?”

“She milked me fucking dry,” he growls along my heated flesh, and I shudder at the memory of riding him while he let me take over.

“I want that,” Torin demands, sending a delirious thrill of lust throughout every nerve ending of my body. It’s the territorial and dominating tone of his. The control he demands for a piece of me to be his. “And you’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you, Wildfire?”

“Come get it, Pretty Boy,” I taunt in his ear, wanting him to chase me and get what he so desperately sounds like he needs. “Mark me and embed yourself so deep inside me that I can’t get you out.”

Instead of going to town on giving me what I want, he disappears again and Reeve takes over.

His pelvis hits my ass, finding that rhythm of his that’s slow but satisfying at the same time.

“Sounds like she’s getting a little bossy,” Reeve quips to his friend. “Now…we’ll allow that outside of this, baby, but when our cocks are inside you…you’re gonna listen.”

I turn my head to rest my cheek against his lips. “You mean when I rode your dick and made you finish inside me? That kind of bossy, or do you want me to lay there and just take it?”

Reeve hums into an amused chuckle. “You know I like you however you wanna be, McQueen. Torin, though”—he looks at his brother, who’s watching us fuck in front of him—“he craves control. I think it’s about time someone breaks him.”

Reeve’s palms slide underneath my thighs, and that’s when Torin’s body steps away from me, leaving me with only Reeve’s strength to hold me with his cock still inside.

“You wanna break me?” Torin’s brow lifts as he strokes his thick cock, waiting patiently for me to answer. “Get so deep inside that I can’t take a single inhale without you?”

“Actually…” I inhale before continuing with, “That doesn’t sound half bad, Pretty Boy.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

I know.

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