Page 36 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“Come for me. I want to feel you soak my hand.”

She follows my command beautifully. Her walls tremble around my fingers as I continue to stroke her over and over. Her head falls back as she floats down from the high of her orgasm. I lean down and press delicate kisses over her rapidly beating pulse and up to her jaw before finally landing upon her lips.

She gives me a brief kiss before pulling her head back and smirking at me. Before my mind can catch up, she’s dropping to her knees and running her hands up my bare thighs. Her tongue runs along her bottom lip as she stares at my dick.

Her eyes lift to mine as she grabs me by the base and agonizingly slowly moves to wrap her lips around me. My eyes flutter shut as soon as I feel the wet heat of her mouth close around me. Nothing has felt more like pure sin than the hot, wet heaven that is her mouth. For someone with very little real-life experience, she’s fucking skilled with her tongue.

My balls tighten as she hollows her cheeks around me, taking my length all the way back in her throat. Her lips drag back down toward my crown, her tongue swirling over my tip. I grab her hair at the roots to hold her still. She looks up at me with a slight nod, giving me permission to use her mouth like I need.

Her fingernails dig into my ass cheeks as I thrust my length down her throat, over and over. She gags around me, making me throb from deep inside her. She shifts on her knees, pressing her thighs together. Fuck me, is this turning on her on again? I come as she opens her jaw even further, my cum shooting straight down the back of her throat as she swallows around me. She swallows every drop like the good fucking girl that she is.

I pull my boxers up when I hear my bedroom door open. She takes my hand and lets me pull her to her feet. When we walk out of the closet, Cy and Emerson are standing just inside the room. Their eyebrows raise at the state of her hair and the way her cheeks flush a deep pink.

“What have you two been doing?” Cy asks with a smirk as he slowly approaches Harper.

She turns an even darker shade of pink.

“I know what that pretty color means,” he runs his fingertip along her cheekbone. “I thought you came up here to talk to him?”

“We did,” she answers quietly.

“At least at the beginning.”

“Did he make you come,asteraki mu?”

“Yes.” Her voice is barely a whisper as I stand behind her. “He always does.”

“Damn right, I do.” I slide my hands under her shirt, finding the soft skin of her stomach. “I think she needs more, though.”

“Is that right?” Cy moves forward, trapping her between our bodies. “Do you need more?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Please.”

My dick swells as she leans back against me. Giving herself fully to the three of us. I pull her shirt over her head, thrilled as fuck to find she wasn’t wearing a bra. If I had my way, she’d never wear one at home. While I take care of the top, Cy is pulling her pants and panties off.

Her head falls back on my chest as he drapes one of her thighs over his shoulder and presses his mouth to her core. I support her entire weight as she allows herself to fall deep into the pleasure of his mouth on her. She arches back as I cup her tits, rolling her peaked nipples between my fingers.

I don’t know what Cy is doing with his tongue, but her breaths come in short, heavy pants while she whimpers in my arms. I hear how wet and sloppy her pussy is as he finger fucks her while he plays her body like an instrument.

Emerson steps up behind Cy and pulls her face to his for a kiss. She moans into his mouth while Cyrus continues to worship her on his knees. Her back bows as she screams into the kiss with Emerson. I feel a wave of goosebumps race along her flesh as she breathes deeply through the pleasure of her orgasm.

She reaches down and works her hand inside Emerson’s pants. I hear his hissed breath as she wraps her hand around his length while she continues to ride Cy’s face. Watching them give each other pleasure doesn’t make me jealous; it makes me content.

So why does the thought of her marrying Banks fill me with such dark thoughts and feelings? It doesn’t make sense. How can seeing her with two other men feel less threatening than letting her marry another?

She comes with a groan against Emerson’s lips. I can feel her heart pounding beneath my hand as her body goes limp against mine. Cy stands up, his lips wet from her release and takes her into his arms.

Part of me wants to stay with them. It’d be so easy to lose myself in the rush of pleasure from sharing her body. My mind is too muddled right now, though. I need to stick to my plan and go find sanctuary to think. As Cy carries her to the bed, I grab Emerson and let him know I’m going, but they’re welcome to use my room.

Chapter

Fourteen

HARPER

Cy lays me down on Declan’s bed and pulls his shirt off while I unbutton his jeans. Emerson grabs his face, pulling Cy’s lips to his. Watching them kiss makes me feel equal parts turned on and filthy. Like I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t pull my eyes away. The deeply depraved part of me that lurks beneath the surface wants to run my fingers down my body and play with my clit as I watch them. They probably wouldn’t mind.

“Doesn’t she taste delicious?” Cy asks as they break apart.

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