Page 20 of Room One Hundred and Five

My hand falls to my abdomen. Emilio and Stefan look on in horror as I cover the scar, understanding settling over their handsome features.

But neither man says a word. They just look between them, and then to Adrian who’s arms tighten around me protectively.

My lashes fall and I soak in their silent support.

“Watch, Stella.” Adrian brushes the back of his knuckles over the slope of my cheek. “Watch how much my brother enjoys the tastes of you on his tongue. Watch your lover lick your juices and pleasure that beautiful pussy.” He points to the mirror above us and for a long moment I can’t look away.

Black hair blends with black as both men take turns lavishing me with pleasure. First Emilio and then Stefan. Blood races through my veins. My heart pounds.

All their richly tan skin makes the milky cream of mine stand out.

“Do you wanna come on their tongue, little flower?”

Adrian tips my chin around and he angles his head to where we can lock eyes when I say, “More than anything in this world, Adrian.”

Masculine groans come from between my legs. I dig my fingers into Emilio’s thick hair. “Oh—yes—good,” I moan. There’s truly nothing between any of us and that makes me wetter. Hot liquid drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel it wetting me in places I’ve never had a man before.

I guess that makes me a double virgin. I shudder at the thought that comes to mind. Hoping...maybe. Would I be brave enough if it came to that? I hope so. Stefan spread my folds for his friend.

Am I wetting Adrian beneath me? Is it a turn on for him? I wish I wasn’t so naïve about what men like. I saw it with a few of the members tonight, but I can only assume.

Adrian breaks out into a string of curses. “Fuck, she’s already dripping all over my cock and we haven’t even taken her yet. She’s gonna grip our cocks and ruin us entirely.”

Adrian turns my head and takes my lips in an unhurried kiss. He’s greedy and likes to take what he wants when he wants it, I am quickly learning. They all do. “You’re our angel, little flower.”

Ours?

For the night, is what he means. My heart latches onto that one word, but my brain tells it to slam on the brakes.

I meet Stefan’s dark look, groaning when he moves up the bed, leaving Emilio to tease and torture my pussy. He kneels at my side looking at me through hooded eyes. He’s stroking his hard cock in slow, languid strokes. All I have to do is turn my head and lean forward a little and I could have him in my mouth.

“Do you want a taste of your daddy, little flower?”

OHMYFUCKINGGOD.

White-hot heat spills from my core. Emilio quickly licks me clean and groans with delight.

“Mm. She liked that, brother.”

I nod, taking the edge of my lip between my teeth. My pulse pounds and I feel the throb throughout my entire body.

“Such a good girl,” Stefan lifts my head from his friend’s shoulder with one hand. The other is wrapped around his length. He puts the fat, swollen head to my mouth and coats my lips with his pre-cum.

“Open for, daddy, baby.”

I follow Stefan’s guidance. He slips in, gliding his thick cock over my tongue. He pushes in until he taps the back of my throat. His head falls back and the groan of masculine pleasure that comes from his mouth causes goosebumps to flush across my heated skin.

I gasp as he pulls out and pushes back in. He does it again, but this time, I don’t let him go so easily.

He hisses fiercely and the hand he holds my head with tightens around my hair.

I swallow, shivering in ecstasy. Our eyes connect and the shock of electricity between us is powerful. “Just like that,” he encourages, his eyes blazing with the same need kindling inside my core.

Between my legs, his friend takes that moment to slip a finger into my virgin pussy while Adrian devotes all his attention to mybreasts. Seeking fingers tug and pinch at my nipples while he slowly grinds his shaft through the slick crack of my ass.

Emilio pushes in another finger and I unconsciously rock my hips and moan around Stefan’s cock.

Stefan rumbles out words my frazzled brain can’t decipher. His words drip with liquid fire and fall from his lips with heat and passion.

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