Page 27 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

“Delicious,” Knox pants before nuzzling her mound.

She arches up beneath us, her hands flying around my back. The ovals of her nails leave dents in my shoulder, and I couldn’t care less. Hell, it feels good.

“Get serious,” Carter barks. “Enough playing.”

I know what he wants. But what about Poppy?

Our stares collide as my fingertip delves into the vestibule of her pretty pussy. It’s right there. Poised on entering.

Eager and rash as always, Knox lunges forward and seals his mouth over Poppy’s clit.

She shrieks and bucks beneath us, the upward motion of her hips finding what she sought.

My finger sinks into her.

Heat sears every inch of me that’s embedded in her velvety flesh.

“Very good.” Carter is there, keeping us on track. Making sure Poppy is okay and that we aren’t rushing her or keeping her in suspense too long.

He directs the action, telling me how fast and how deep to go as Knox licks her sopping folds along with whatever parts of my hand get in the way.

Our beauty’s cries escalate as our restraint dissolves.

“She’s tightening around me.” Is that even my voice? It sounds like I’ve been eating glass. “Getting wetter too.”

Knox hums his approval as he laps up the proof.

“Stop.” Carter doesn’t often have to tell us things twice. But this time, he not only repeats himself but lifts Knox off Poppy and tosses him to the side, where he bounces on the embankment of the love nest before crawling back to our sides.

“No, no. Please.” She’s writhing beside me, seeking the pinnacle of our drawn-out seduction even if she doesn’t realize that’s what she needs.

“It’s best if you’re as turned on as possible for this, beauty.” I dust the now-damp hair from her forehead, murmuring against her lips.

“Am.” She’s begging with those wide brown eyes of hers. But when she whispers, “Please,” all of us are lost.

Carter cages her in. He hovers over her on one straight-locked arm. He holds his dick with the other. It’s inches from her center, poised to change her forever. “Are you sure? There’s no going back after this.”

“He’ll stop if you change your mind at any time, but…you know.” I’m trying to tell her she’ll no longer be a virgin by then.

“Thank God.” Poppy moans and reaches for Carter.

The fucker doesn’t just crack a smile or curse or bury himself balls-deep.

He chooses right then to laugh, an actual chuckle, though he’s not known for levity.

I get it. Elation sweeps through me too.

And not only because we’re about to fuck this beauty raw and flood her pussy when we’ve never been with a woman bare before.

There’s something special about her. And this moment.

Knowing we’re giving her something no one else has.

Does she realize she’s doing the same for us?

Carter rumbles deep in his chest as he proceeds, initiating our beauty with her very first bit of cock. The head of his dick, just the very tip, disappears between her legs.

I kiss her again.

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