Page 7 of Carry Your Debt

One of Sabine's hands shoots out to grasp a handful of dirty blond locks, and I find myself paralyzed again, riveted by the scene before me. I can hear the wet glide and contact of their skin. Smell the tangy fragrance of her arousal.

“I bet she tastes fucking decadent,” I coax.

As Rhett’s lips continue to weave their sensual dance, I let my palm drift north with the natural movements of his head. My fingers drag gently over his scalp before sliding firmly over Sabine’s—connecting where they’re still buried in his hair. Her breath hitches as she watches our grips interlocking before realizing her mistake and her eyes fly back to my face.

Icouldpunish her, but there’ll be a better time to explore that particular transgression another day.

When we’re in a proper bed and I have access to mycollection.

So I tighten my hold on Rhett's locks instead, purring down at him, “That’s it, perfect, darling. Enjoy that sweet cunt, and then I’ll have you taste us both together.”

I'm rewarded with a desperate noise from deep within his throat—a reaction to my praise, the spur-of-the-moment pet name, or perhaps a combination of both—before his languid oral ministrations visibly speed up.

Sabine’s head drops back in response, and I can see her composure wavering, her eyes struggling to maintain their focus on me. She’s definitely close.

But her lips stay pressed together.

Let’s see if she remembers her instructions.

“Such an obedient girl for us, but I think it’s time. Are you ready?”

Without skipping a beat, she locks me down with those gray eyes and breathes the magic words. “Yes,sir.”

Holy.Fuck.

The next swallow I take feels like sandpaper all over again, and I squeeze her fingers, still laced with mine. “You can let go,” I urge, my voice as strained as the front of these fucking infernal pants. “Now.”

Fortunately, it’s only mere seconds before I witness her peak, tattooed thighs audibly snapping close around Orbison’s head the moment she tips over. Her moan is long and low and raspy and, quite honestly, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

I only wish that she'd been making that noise while she was riding my cock instead of my best friend’s tongue.

From the corner of my eye, Rhett rises gracefully to his feet, one hand gripping the bulge in his sweatpants. As he turns to lean against the counter beside Sabine, the change in position leaves me with an unrestricted, full frontal view of her pussy—swollen and pink and slick.

Then I’m sucking in a single breath before letting out a snarled, “Fuck it,” and it’s the last deliberate action I make.

The beast takes full fucking advantage of my vulnerability and snaps its leash completely.

Foolish.

I was so busy monitoringherfall that I'd failed to clock how dangerously closeIwas to a full-core meltdown. I should have been tripping all sorts of emergency shutdown protocols before letting myself get to this point.

Instead, the edges of my vision darken and my hands seize Sabine by the waist, jerking her roughly toward me. I don’t remember unbuckling my belt, nor unzipping my trousers, but between one heartbeat and the next, I’m plunging inside her.

Vaguely, I feel shapely nails clawing at the back of my shirt.

Narrow hips cinching around mine.

I hear the harsh, rhythmic breaths echoing between us and I smell her shampoo where my nose is buried against her hair.

I think I might hear Rhett’s low, hoarse words of encouragement, but they’re lost as soon as they reach my ears. Because despite all the intimacies of this moment, the most primal parts of my hindbrain have firmly taken over, and my entire consciousness has zeroed in on that one, perfect, singular connection between us.

I’m inside her.

Hot, tight.

Andmine.

There’s no gentle warning for what comes next. Our joint orgasms are as sudden and violent and all-consuming as my obsession. My vision blacks out completely, my only concern at that moment being the very real need to pump her cunt full of my seed.

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