Page 137 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

“Nobody touches this pussy, except us,” I growled against her lips, dipping my hand between her thighs and teasing her aching little cunt. She was already soaked. “Nobody makes you feel good, except us.”

“I-I know,” she stuttered. “I didn’t want one because of—”

When I tightened my hand around her throat, Constantino moved behind me and pushed some hair over my shoulder, his hands on my waist and his gaze on Sage too. I drew my nose up Sage’s fragile little neck.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I said between my teeth. “You’re ours.”

“I’m yours,” she repeated, breath hitching as she stared at me. “All yours.”

“If you want to be treated like a dirty little slut who sleeps around,” I murmured against her skin, trying to hold back my jealousy and remembering what Constantino had told me earlier about Sage’s enjoyment in degradation, “all you have to do is ask.”

“N-no,” Sage mumbled, but her pussy got even wetter.

“How wet is that cunt?” Constantino asked her.

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, then tried to push her thighs together and whimpered. When she didn’t answer, I slipped my knee between her legs to hold them apart and ground it against her pussy.

“R-really wet,” she whimpered.

“Slip your fingers into her, doll,” Constantino said to me. “And tell me how tight she is.”

I shoved two fingers into her pussy and held back a moan, the heat growing between my thighs. Constantino pressed himself against the small of my back, his dick hard and throbbing.

“You’re a dirty slut, Sage.”

Sage tightened around my fingers and whimpered again. “I really didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean it?” I finished, curling my fingers around her G-spot. “A horny little slut would prove it to us. Get on your knees.”

Because once she did, I promised that I’d show her the time of her fucking life. My little slut would know that we were the only ones who could ever make her feel so good.

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Pussy throbbing, I dropped to my knees and pressed my thighs together. Wetness pooled between them, sudden desire ripping through me. When I had asked to be with someone else, Laila had become so possessive.

And, God, it turned me on.

I ran my hands down their stomachs to the waistband of their pants, rubbing Constantino’s hardening cock and Laila’s clit.

“You want me to prove it to you?” I repeated, breathing heavily. “I’ll prove it to you.”

Before I could stop, I pulled down Laila’s pants, then Constantino’s. I needed them, and I needed them badly. I wanted possessive Laila to force me to eat her cunt, then suck her husband off, growl into my ear that I was hers, like a savage animal.

After taking Constantino in my right hand and stroking him, I crawled closer to Laila until my lips were millimeters from her cunt and placed my hot mouth right over it. I had only eaten pussy a handful of times with her and never from this angle, but I wanted to please her.

Badly.

My tongue slipped between her pussy lips and across her swollen clit. She rolled her head back and let out a soft moan, the sound making me tighten even more. I stroked her husband faster, flicking my tongue over and over her clit again.

“F-fuck,” she groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Touch your aching little pussy and don’t pull your fingers away, even when you come.”

I sank my free hand between my legs and rubbed my clit in torturous circles. Constantino spit on his cock, making it easier for me to stroke him. Raging heat gathered between my thighs.

“Faster,” Laila ordered.

Unsure whether she wanted me to eat her pussy or rub mine faster, I buried my face deeper between her legs and did both, her juices decorating my mouth and cheeks. She leaned back against her husband, letting him slide his arm underneath one of her legs and pulling it into the air to give me better access.

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