Page 10 of Gilded Lies

I know what comes next and I have this burning need to watch it happen so I can commit this moment to my memory.

Danika lowers his dark head between my thighs. When he drags the pad of his wet tongue over my throbbing clit, I cry out so loud my entire world quakes.

“Has another man ever licked your sweet pussy before, petals?” Rune asks. “Be honest.”

I shake my head, embarrassed I might not be experienced enough to pleasure these men fully.

“Mm…then watch how much he enjoys the taste of you on his tongue. Watch your lover lick your juices and pleasure that beautiful pussy.” He points to the mirror above us and for a long moment I can’t look away.

Blond hair blends with black. All their richly-tan skin makes the milky cream of mine stand out.

And then there is Danika. His wide back is on full display. I was right about the tattoos. They wrap around his muscular back.

“Do you wanna come on his tongue, petals?”

Rune tips my chin around and angles his head to where he can look me in the eye when I say, “More than anything in the world.”

A masculine groan comes from between my legs. I dig my fingers into Danika’s thick hair. “Oh—yes—good,” I moan. There’s truly nothing between any of us and that makes me wetter. Hot liquid drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel it wetting me in places I’ve never had a man before.

I guess that makes me a double virgin. I shudder at the thought that comes to mind. Hoping...maybe. Would I be brave enough if it came to that? I hope so. Oliver spread my folds for his friend.

Am I wetting Rune? Is it a turn-on for him? I wish I wasn’t so naïve about what men like? I see it with the members, but I can only assume.

Rune breaks out into a string of curses. “Fuck, she’s already dripping all over my cock, Danika, and we haven’t even taken her yet. She’s gonna grip our cocks and ruin us entirely.”

Rune turns my head and takes my lips in an unhurried kiss. He’s greedy and likes to take what he wants when he wants it, I am quickly learning. They all do. “You’re our fucking goddess, petals.”

Ours?

For the night, is what he means.

I meet Oliver’s dark look, groaning at how close he is to me. He kneels at my side looking at me through hooded eyes. He’s stroking his hard cock in slow, languid strokes. All I have to do is turn my head and lean forward a little and I could have another taste.

“Do you want a taste?”

I nod, taking the edge of my lip between my teeth. My pulse pounds and I feel the throb throughout my entire body.

“Such a greedy girl,” Oliver lifts my head from his friend’s shoulder with one hand. The other is wrapped around his length. He puts the fat, swollen head to my mouth and coats my lips with his pre-cum.

“Open for me, lover.”

I follow Oliver’s guidance. He slips in, gliding his thick cock over my tongue. He pushes in until he taps the back of my throat. Hishead falls back and the groan of masculine pleasure that comes from his mouth causes goosebumps to flush across my heated skin.

I gasp as he pulls out and pushes back in. He does it again, but this time, I don’t let him go so easily.

He hisses fiercely and the hand he holds my head with tightens around my hair.

I swallow, shivering in ecstasy. Our eyes connect and the shock of electricity between us is powerful. “Just like that,” he encourages, his eyes blazing with the same need kindling inside my core.

Between my legs, his friend takes that moment to slip a finger into my virgin pussy while Rune devotes all his attention to my breasts. Seeking fingers tug and pinch at my nipples while he slowly grinds his shaft through the crack of my ass.

Danika pushes in another finger and I unconsciously rock my hips and moan around Oliver’s cock.

Oliver rumbles out words in a language my frazzled brain can’t recognize at the moment. His words drip with liquid fire and fall from his lips with heat and passion.

“Open wide. Take more of me, lover.” I do as he instructs and savor the taste of his pre-cum. I hollow my cheeks around his length and feel the pulse of his shaft as Danika eats his fill of my pussy.

My gaze rakes over the inked chains and the scars slashing across Oliver’s abdomen and torso. Others might see imperfection, but all I see is masculine beauty.

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