Page 50 of Her Wolf

“I don’t want—”

“So, you’re back to ten?” Lars said in a tight voice, as he drew out of her. “We’re going to be here all night at this rate.”

“Okay, okay!” She squirmed, desperate to reach Lars’s cock through the tangle of limbs. She touched him, but he drew back before she could get a grip. “I’ll count. Please, just please…” but she didn’t finish her sentence, in case they added more slaps to her punishment.

“Ready?” Finn asked. He bucked his hips and slid his cock against her clit again.

She gave an unsteady nod, urgently attemptingto keep her eyes open so she could watch his face.

Lars slapped her hard. His dick went an an inch inside her.

“Two,” she called out in a strangled voice.

“Good,” Finn murmured. He found both her hands and guided them around his dick, shifting a little higher on the bed so he wasn’t sliding against her clit anymore.

Another slap. Another glorious inch.

“Three.”

Finn’s face contorted with pleasure as she stroked his dick. Lars nuzzled the back of her neck, sending goose bumps over her skin.

Bailey moved away, and for a moment she wondered where he was going.

But then Finn moved into a crouch beside her head, and a warm tongue lapped against her clit.

She let out a hoarse cry, her body jerking at that unexpected touch.

Lars slapped her. Went deeper inside her. Somehow, some-fucking-how, she remembered to call out, “Four.”

But, oh god, she was so close again. Finn’s cock was inches from her face, the man a towering statue of muscle and erotic bliss as she stroked him. Their eyes locked, and his jaw bunched as if that contact was hotter than anything else he had to look at.

Like Bailey going down on her while Lars fucked her from behind.

She shuddered, her body overwhelmed by the multitudinous signals shooting through every nerve center.

The fifth slap she hardly felt; Lars thrust all the way inside her, and her count was a breathless, “Five.”

Bailey sucked and licked her clit so hard, she was seeing stars again.

Lars pulled out, and slapped her sex. A jolt of searing heat flashed through her. She let out an open-mouthed gasp, and Finn caught hold of her chin, using his thumb to keep open her mouth.

“We’re going to have to change positions if you want her to suck you off,” Lars said.

He barely sounded out of breath. In fact, he could have been providing commentary on a golfing tournament.

Bailey murmured a protest when Lars pulled her away from his mouth. She wanted to protest too, but she knew she couldn’t survive more punishment.

In a second, she was sitting back on her heels. The three men watched her for a second, as if waiting for her to collapse.

It surprised her that she didn’t. Shocked, even.

Then Lars grabbed Bailey’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed. Cora watched, breathing hard.

What the hell was Lars doing?

Bailey looked just as uncertain, until Lars eased him onto his back. “You got skills,” Lars said. “Make use of them.”

Bailey began to sit up, but Lars pushed him down again. Then he grabbed Cora’s hips and made her straddle Bailey’s chest.

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