Page 25 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

Knox helps, switching out with me from time to time so I can flex my hands and stretch my shoulders. With him assisting me, we can do this—or more vigorous activities—endlessly.

We travel from her dainty feet to her scalp, paying more attention to each area that makes her sigh.

It’s probably close to an hour later before Poppy really gets into it. Her muscles have long gone slack. Her inhibitions dissolved beneath our relentless destruction of her resistance.

Now, she whimpers and her breathing begins to speed up.

Carter flashes me a wicked grin.

We’ve got her.

He knows it too.

“Time for the other side.” His command is stern yet quiet, preserving the sensual hush in the room while giving Poppy the barest bit of warning before Knox and I use her hips and shoulders to roll her.

She blinks up at us, even the diffuse glow from the fireplace and candles a lot of sensory input after having her face tucked into her elbow for so long.

“Hello, beauty.” I smile as I lower down, hovering a fraction of an inch above her lips as I look to Carter, who nods.

I stare into her gorgeous eyes as I eliminate the space between us one sliver at a time.

Her lips part on a sigh, not a protest.

So I brush mine over them, barely making contact on the first pass. Letting her grow accustomed to the intimate contact.

Poppy gasps as if I crushed my mouth to hers, despite the glancing connection.

She’s so sensitive, so ripe for us to devour her.

I feed her my groan when she presses upward, sealing us more tightly together. Kissing is one of my weaknesses. I almost never do it with the women we share, just Carter and Aiden.

They’re fierce. Gruff.

Nothing like the sweet beauty gliding back and forth against my slickened lips.

Hell, it could be another hour I spend indulging in this simple pleasure with her. Long enough that our bodies begin to strain toward each other. Grinding and pressing—my thigh between her legs and her breasts against my perspiring chest.

Eventually, Knox cuts in. “My turn.”

His eagerness keeps him from being as gentle as I was with her.

Poppy doesn’t seem to mind. She moans his name and spears her hands into his hair as he makes out with her.

The entire time, Carter maintains his relentless, slow pumping of his hand over his dick.

If I so much as attempted that, I’d blow all over her instead of saving my seed to plant deep inside her. Son of a bitch. That’s not any safer to imagine.

To distract myself, I stroke our beauty again, rubbing up from her feet—their toes now curled into the faux-fur as she feeds her needy noises to Knox.

My hand barely fits between them as I wander upward until I’m poised between her thighs.

“Hold.” Carter’s voice is rough.

I don’t care if he puts me over his lap for talking back later. It’ll be worth it. “Not all of us have your ability to suffer endlessly.”

He shoots me a warning glare that does nothing but rile me further.

“Do you play with toys, beauty?” Carter brushes the backs of his knuckles over her cheek before fisting his hand in Knox’s hair and physically separating him from her sweetness.

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