Page 34 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

“Come. Come for Rick,” Josh encouraged, and Miles got in on it, too.

“Squirt that pretty girl cum on him again, baby. Give it to him. Let us watch.” Miles added.

And like our very own angel, she did.

Fucking hell, it was incredible. Her entire body went taut, then thrashed. The muscles of her pussy milked my fingers, spasmed around them, drawing me deeper into her body. Depths I couldn’t wait to feel with my bare cock. I had no ideahow the fuck I didn’t come right then and there like some never-been-touched teenage boy. Her cries echoed against the walls of Room One Nineteen. Her wetness baptized my lap.

Fuck me, that was beautiful.

If she called red now, that would be enough for the night.

But our girl didn’t do that.

Slowly, I drew one finger out of her at a time, needing to stay inside of her as long as possible while she came down from the high of her orgasms. I pressed my lips to her forehead.

“You were beautiful. Jesus Christ, Elena, you’re an angel when you come. Our angel.” I dropped kiss after kiss to her skin before tucking her into my side.

It surprised me just how quickly she bounced back. When her body relaxed at my side, I tipped her head up. Elena might have been tired, but it was evident from the glimmer in her eyes that she was ready for more.

And we’re ready to give it to her.

I leaned forward and kissed her. There was no softness in that moment, like she deserved. I was too on edge and aching to be sweet. But she didn’t mind. Hell, it was her tongue that sought mine as the kiss deepened before I pulled away and lifted her up.

“Color? I asked.

“Green,” she confidently answered. I nodded, taking her directly to Josh, kissing her one more time before walking away, knowing it was my turn to watch.

10

JOSH

Rick’s lips had just left Elena’s, and I didn’t hesitate to steal a taste of my own.

Nothing was off limits when we shared.

Watching her not only come apart twice but squirt had been the hottest thing I’d experienced, and now my mouth watered for a taste.

I lifted her up, carried her like a groom would his bride. The way we would each carry her in our home once we put our ring on her finger.One day. Soon,I vowed.

We knew just how cautious she was. Probably telling herself that one night would be enough, but just watching her come apart the way she had, I knew better. By the way she looked at me, her gaze sated yet hungry for more, I had a feeling she did, too.

One night would never be possible.

Not even close.

“Color?” I whispered, not missing the way her gaze softened. Like she thought I was sweet.

“Green,” she answered. I kissed her. That sweet taste of her lips, the way those soft talented lips danced over mine, had meon edge. I needed to set her down on the bed, and soon, or else I’d come from just a kiss.

Doing as I needed, I set her down, and the moment she was steady on her feet, I held her shoulders with my hands.

“I’m going to kiss you. From head to toe, beautiful. There won’t be an inch of your skin I don’t have my mouth on and taste. And then, when I’m done––“

“Green,” she cut me off. My lips twitched. The trust she showed us in that moment was staggering. She’d wanted us to tell her, step by step, and now she didn’t need us to. She was giving us that power, that submission, handing it over to us, and there would be no way in hell we would ever take advantage of that.

“Is our girl getting impatient?” I drawled slowly.

“Very,” she huffed. Damn, she was cute. I liked seeing this bratty, sassy side. A side I knew not many, if any, ever witnessed.

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