Page 19 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

“Please,” she begs as her teeth sink into her plush lower lip.

I shove her panties to the side and slip two fingers inside her. Her mouth drops open and she tilts her head back on a gasp. I slowly push in and out while her slick, warm walls squeeze around me. But before I go any further, I have to know what she tastes like. I withdraw my fingers, which elicits a small whimper from her.

“You taste like fucking heaven, beautiful.”

Selena watches me with lust in her eyes as I lick my digits clean, then slide them back inside her. My pace increases, faster and faster, until my car fills with her moans and her hips writhe as she rides my hand.

I add a third finger, grinding my palm against her clit. “Two minutes,” I warn. I press farther inside and she grips my forearm, seeking the orgasm she’s so close to getting. “Fuck, you look so sexy.”

“Please,” she begs again.

“You’re running out of time, baby.”

“Harder.” Her sensual demand is like music to my ears.

“You like it rough, huh?”

She nods her head.

“Lean back and open your legs wider.”

She hastily complies and I shove my fingers as far as I can inside her. Her juices coat my hand and I smack her wet cunt, making her cry out. I work her tight pussy until it clamps down and she throws her head back with her release.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her hand over mine as she crams my fingers deeper.

“Nothing prettier than when you come for me, baby.”

“I—” she pants. “I… Oh, my God.”

“Did you like that?”

She smiles as she catches her breath, her generous tits bouncing with the rise and fall of her chest.

“Better enjoy it while you can, because we’ll be there in one minute.”

Selena sits up with my fingers still inside her and looks around. “Oh, um…” Mild panic crosses her face.

“There’s a clean handkerchief in the glove box.” She starts to reach for it, but I stop her. “But first…” I offer her a taste of her own pussy.

She looks at me curiously while I feed her my fingers. Then she grabs my wrist and closes her eyes, moaning around my digits as she cleans them with her tongue.

“Such a good little slut for me.” My dick strains beneath the fabric of my slacks.

“Yourgood little slut.”

“Hmmm.” I make a noncommittal noise as I imagine her sucking my cock the way she does my fingers. “Better hurry up. Looks like we’re right on time for lunch.”

7

BRODY

When I was eight, I learned for the first time what it meant to crave something I couldn’t have. All I wanted was for my parents to attend my birthday party, but they were too busy globetrotting to waste their time celebrating an annual milestone with their son. Sure, it was a lavish event with over-the-top decorations and expensive gifts, but what did that matter if the two people who meant the most to me couldn’t be bothered to grace me with their presence?

So much for unconditional love. I spent my formative years alone, being catered to by the staff, longing to have something I started to believe was unobtainable.

Until I met Noah and Chance.

My parents couldn’t give a flying fuck about me, only that I didn’t ruin the Smith family name, while all I wanted was to love and be loved. And I discovered that when I found my two best friends. Since freshman year, we’ve been inseparable, acting more like brothers than anything else. I didn’t think anyone could make me feel as complete as they did, until Selena walked into our lives.

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