Page 64 of What Lies Within

She scrambles back to give me room, one foot on the floor as she pivots.

“And take those fucking shorts off. Leave the panties.”

My gaze connects with Digger's as I drop my ass to the seat and shuffle my jeans off my hips. His focus is predatory—on her, what I do, and what he knows comes next.

The discomfort at being the subject of his fucking show melts away as Rae climbs onto the sofa beside me, on her knees as instructed. Damn straight, he knows what this feels like. How she tastes. And knowing that? It spurs me on further to make a fucking spectacle of her.

To show off what we got.

Like a kid with a favorite damn toy.

Rae’s worth this. Worth the admiration. The jealousy. The respect.

She’s fucking worth showing off because she’s goddamn beautiful. A fucking treasure that I’m proud to call mine.

Even if I do share the title.

Fist stroking lazy lines up my cock, I offer it to her. “All yours, sweetheart.”

Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips as she eyes the size of my dick, punching through my fist. She's had it before. She knows the stretch. But fuck—seeing that hunger in her eyes? Precum leaks off the tip in response.

I rest my hand at the base, mesmerized as he leans over and wraps those lush lips over the crown in a perfect ‘O’. Dark, dusky pink, sliding over a raging red flush.Jesus. I could come just playing this scene on repeat.

"Fuckkk…" My head hits the seat, and I close my goddamn eyes as I relish the feel of her mouth over my length. And then…Shit. My fucking sensitive tip against the back of her throat.

Rae gags, but she doesn't pull off, instead adjusting her angle so I hit her throat a little differently. A little easier.

And then the bitch swallows.Motherfucker.The tight ring of muscle works my crown, once, twice, and then she’s pulling off, repeating the whole goddamn torturous action all over again—faster.

Digger growls, deep in his throat across the room, the snick of his buckle piercing the perfect sounds of Rae as she drags her wet mouth over my cock. Her spit pools, dribbling out the side of her mouth and soaking my goddamn balls as she forces my thick cock in and out of her mouth, closing that fucking throat over the head in intervals. My fucking nuts ache, dick fit to burst with the blood that rushes from my head.

Almost enough to have me forget why the fuck she’s kneeling in the first place.

I reach across, fingers grappling with the edges of Digger’s shirt on her ass to drag it up her back and reveal the perfect peach for me. The rough pads of my fingers explore the lines of her panties, the cut my favorite—the type that slices a line across her ass cheek and dips between the fucking land of milk and honey between her thighs. I tease that silky edge, pushing my fingers beneath to brush against her sex.

Rae moans around my cock, stalling in her movements as I dip a finger in her wet heat. And fuck, is she wet.

I indulge, pulling my hand away to taste that perfect nectar.Yes.Fuck yes.

I need more.

I shove two fingers in her cunt, this time pumping the digits in perfect synchronicity with each bob of her head. She mewls around my dick, pushing back against my hand as her pussy swells, her climax searching for an out.

“I know I said I’d watch…” Digger rasps.

“You want a taste?” I ask, lifting my soaked fingers for him to see.

He shudders a breath, fist tight around his dick. “Fuck, yes.”

I wiggle my first two fingers, and he darts across the floor like a fucking hungry dog, eyes on her cunt as Rae continues to choke herself on my dick. I pull her panties aside—the soaked fabric against my fingertips a fucking wet dream in itself—and offer her for his use.

Digger’s tongue touches home, and Rae sputters, choking a garbled, “God” around my dick as her fucking eyes roll back in her head.

Hand to her jaw, I coax her off my twitching length and urge her to look at me. “You like that, baby? His tongue in your cuntwhile I fuck your face?” I don’t let her answer, swallowing her groan as I kiss her swollen lips.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Digger murmurs, pausing to stroke a reverent finger down her cunt.

I guide Rae’s mouth back to my cock and rest my forearm on the back of her head when she stuffs her mouth full like a good damn girl. Hand fisted in the hair at her nape, I guide her up and down by relaxing, and returning the pressure to her head with my forearm, pumping her movements faster as Digger sticks two fingers in her and scoops out a damn near perfect slick of her arousal.

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