Page 20 of Room One Hundred and Twenty Nine

“Please,” I beg. “Touch me.”

Parker chuckles softly against my neck. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”

“I know. But I want more. Please.” I whine as my hips begin to rock.

“You heard the woman, Parker,” Nicholas says as he takes the zipper of my dress between his fingers. “She wants more, then let’s give her more.”

I lift my hips as Parker takes off my panties and Nicholas pulls down the zipper of my dress. My eyes flutter open, and I lock eyes with Elijah as my dress falls off my shoulders, revealing my tits.

His finger that’d been brushing over his bottom lip stops and I see absolute lust in his eyes. He stares at my tits, then looks at me while running his tongue over his bottom lip.

I moan and hear the men inhale sharply. Nicholas palms my breasts in his big hand. His hands are so big, and my tits are so small that the both of them get covered. He squeezes gently and a zing of pleasure hits my core.

Parker palms my other breast after one squeeze, releasing me and pinching my nipple.

I gasp as more arousal leaks from me. My dress is pooled at my waist and my panties were flung somewhere.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” Nicholas groans.

“Absolute perfection,” Parker adds, awe in his voice.

I grab my dress and push it over my butt and down my legs, wanting to be completely bare to them. All three watch me do this. Their eyes were all trained on me. They said they were going to touch me over my clothes for a while so I’m a little nervous about jumping the gun. Based on how they’re licking their lips like a predator who just caught their first meal in weeks, my nerves slowly slip away.

My dress falls to the floor and when I sit back up, I’m devoured.

Lips and hands are all over me. My neck, my arms, my legs, and my breasts.

My legs spread, and I look at Elijah. They said he wouldn’t come in until the end, but I don’t think they’ll mind if I edit the plan a touch.

“Please,” I moan.

Nicholas and Parker grab a leg each and spread me wider, making me gasp.

“Fuck.” I hear Elijah’s low growl, then he’s standing between my legs.

Reaching down, he runs a single finger from my right knee toward my center, then jumps past my pussy and up the left leg. He teases me, running his fingers everywhere but where I need them the most. To the part of me that’s aching and wet with arousal.

“Elijah,” I mewl.

Elijah cups my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Yes, darling?”

His eyes are wild with lust. I’ve never seen it before. From the moment we stepped into the club to now he’s changed. It feels like he’s released the shackles from his wrists and is giving in to the moment.

“Touch me,”

“Touch me what?” Elijah’s voice is teasing and the way he stands there, his finger inches from my pussy, is arrogant.

A word pops into my mind. I’m not sure if it’s the one he wants. But just looking at him—the soft lines around his eyes and the way he’s cradling my jaw makes me want to say it.

So, I try it.

“Touch me, Daddy.”

Elijah growls and leans down to kiss me as he shoves two fingers deep inside my pussy.

I gasp into his kiss and the men groan. His tongue invades my mouth, and I feel the kiss in my whole damn body. I’m coming alive. Every nerve ending is engaged and feeling each moment of the kiss. Parker kneads my breast and Nicholas kisses me from my neck to my breast. I clench around Elijah’s fingers when Nicholas wraps his lips around my pebbled nipple. One tongue flick and I do it again.

“Fuck, I love the way her pussy clenches around my fingers when you do that. Do it again,” Elijah tells Nicholas.

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