Page 87 of Depraved Desires

His gaze darkened and a growl rumbled through his chest. He pulled my shirt off in quick precision, discarding it the same way he’d done my jacket. He dropped his head, digging his teeth into the top of my shoulder as he worked to unclasp my bra. The pain sent a thrill through me and I buried my face in his chest, taking in his musky cologne that I always loved on him.

My bra loosened and the straps fell down my arms. I pushed away from him and let it fall to the floor, leaving my upper body completely exposed. He bent, taking my nipple between his lips as he flicked his tongue over it. A shiver rolled through me from the sensation, making my toes curl. I didn’t even care that we had an audience. This felt too fucking good. His teeth grazed along the pebbled bud as he sucked the tender skin surrounding it.

I placed a hand to his chest, pushing him back a step. He watched me hungrily with a rising chest. I knelt, unzipping my boots and stepping out of them before hooking my fingers in my waistband. My pants pooled around my ankles in which I kicked them off to the side, standing before him in nothing but my panties.

He tore his shirt off, revealing the hard planes of his torso and the many, many tattoos that coiled around every inch of his skin. Next, he moved to his pants, ripping them off just the same. His legs were bare of ink to my surprise, but that seemed like a personal choice.

Myles stalked toward me, scooping me up in one movement, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The skin on skin contact made me hotter as he carried me toward the bed and dropped me down right next to Foster.

“Fucking Christ,” Foster muttered.

Myles hovered over me, my legs hanging off the foot of the bed. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs, throwing them off to the side. I bit my lip hungrily as he did the same to his boxers, his massive dick springing to life. My heart palpitated from his mere size alone.

He centered himself between my legs before kneeling on the floor. Before I could comprehend what was happening, his mouth was on my bundle of nerves, sending sparks of electricity through me. A moan tore from my throat instantly as he pushed his tongue inside, swirling it around expertly.

“You’re washing my bedding,” Foster grumbled, making me laugh through the intense pleasure.

I looked over at the blonde sitting beside me, his gaze pinned on Myles who was buried between my legs. His pupils were dilated with hunger despite his commentary and that sent a new thrill spiraling through me.

My back arched as Myles hit a sensitive spot near the back of my clit, forcing another moan from my throat. Heat pulsed around my center with every flick of his tongue, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Before he could bring me to the brink of exploding, he stopped his movements and rose once more, not wanting me tocome just yet apparently. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me so that he could move me further up on the bed before he positioned himself on top of me.

“Hurry up,” I growled in frustration, needing him inside of me.

A huff of laughter left him, and he pressed his cock to my entrance. Instead of easing inside like most guys did, he slammed into me with brutality. My body jostled off the bed as a gasp tore from my chest, the pain of not having him worked in consuming me.

He groaned as he fully seated himself, his arms on either side of my head. “So fucking tight and wet,” he gritted out through pants. His hips rolled, bringing forth a pleasure to add to the pain he’d just inflicted.

I felt so incredibly full. My hands drifted along his biceps, my fingers cutting into his flesh. He pulled out to the tip before slamming back into me. A pleasure-induced scream left me as my back arched.

“That’s it. Scream for me,Little Dove.”

My chest rose and fell and I turned my head, meeting Foster’s eyes. Something dark flashed within his gaze before it vanished and he crawled further up on the bed out of sight. My hands were immediately jerked over my head, excitement burrowing inside me as I looked up to find Foster there, holding them in place.

Myles increased his movements, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room. My body slickened with sweat; the pain long gone. My pussy fluttered around him, making him moan out in response. The sound was beyond erotic and only turned me on more.

Foster situated a leg on either side of me, before pulling me up. The motion forced Myles to slip out of me, but he didn’t seemto mind. He placed my head on his crotch for support, his hard length too potent not to notice it.

Myles shot him a knowing smirk before he moved up too and resumed his position. This time, he placed his legs beneath my own and grabbed my thighs, jerking me down onto his length. My tits bounced from the movement, and suddenly, I didn’t give a shit who Collin or Hunter were fucking.

Foster released my hands, reaching around me and tweaking one of my nipples between his fingertips.

“Fuck.” I breathed out.

Foster’s other hand gripped the column of my throat, tilting my head up to look at him. A fire blazed within his eyes as he peered down at me with hunger. My body continued to jostle against him from every thrust Myles descended on me. If he wasn’t so against sex, I’d invite him to join us.

“I want you too,” I said without thinking, my breath coming out short and husky.

A small smile curled the corners of his mouth. “I know.” His grip tightened around my breast, massaging it in his palm.

“Either fuck her, or stop distracting her,” Myles grunted, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze bored into mine as he jerked me down on him again and again.

Foster carefully moved from around me, placing my head gently down onto the mattress. I figured he was taking Myles’s hint and was going to find something else to do, but I quickly realized that wasn’t the case when he leaned down and planted his lips to mine instead.

I quickly reacted, coming to life beneath his touch. My mouth moved against his softly, scared that if I made one wrong move, it would shatter this moment completely. His hand gripped the edge of my jaw as he held me in place, slipping his pierced tongue between my lips. I moaned into his mouth, savoring the taste of him.

My core tightened from the feeling of both of them touching me. A fire sprouted within my abdomen as Myles kept up his pursuit, fucking me hard and deep before a sexy groan escaped him. My breathing labored as I clenched around him, exploding completely. I couldn’t stop the scream even if I’d wanted to, but it was muffled by Foster’s mouth, so I suppose that helped.

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