Page 106 of Breaker

“Filthy girl,” Viper says, approvingly. “In your ass or pussy?”

My eyes lock with his. “Both.”

I swear he’s smiling.

“You want my cock in your ass?” Viper says and it sounds so crass when he says it with a witness that my stomach dips. I’m grateful he’s never said anything and right now it feels likeour dirty little secret. How I begged him. And instead of teasing me, which is what I’d expect him to do, he’s bringing it up as a question. Maybe he knew how desperate I was, not just physically but emotionally. “You want me fucking your tight ass, while Striker fucks your pretty cunt?”

The image that sentence forms sends a rush of wetness between my legs. The ache grows.

“Come here,” Striker says, gripping my hand on my pussy and pulling me upright. “You’re going to get everything you want, but if I don’t get your mouth on me right now, I’d going to fucking die.”

My knees hit the cold hardwood floor. He doesn’t have to ask or command. With lips already parted, my tongue out, waiting, Striker guides his cock to my open mouth and slips in. Salt and musk and him. My groan verges on animalistic as I look up at his masked face, my skin flushing with heat. His head falls back, and he groans. Viper pumps himself harder, his free hand into Striker’s pants and gripping his ass. The sight just sends me higher.

I grasp Striker and pump him hard as I suck and lick and fist Viper’s thick cock in my other hand. I let Striker’s cock pop from my mouth and lean over to take Viper. Both men shift, angling their hips. Strikers cock hits the corner of my mouth and I let Viper go to pay attention to him. When I release him, both hard lengths slick with my saliva slip over one another, and the sights so erotic, so perfect, that I keep the heads of their cocks pressed together as I pump, taking a long, slow licks over both of them. There’s no way I can get them both in my mouth, but I desperately want to. Take them both into me and feel them moving.

“Fuck,” Viper says. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come too soon, Sweetheart.”

Striker backs away and pulls his mask off.

My heart tumbles in my chest. He’s so incredibly beautiful.

He sits on the edge of the bed, then lies back, feet planted on the floor as he pulls me to him. I climb up, already leaning down to take his mouth, straddling his hips. I delve my tongue into his hot mouth, not even giving him the chance to order me but he taps my ass and says, “Not yet, greedy girl.” He grins as I back away, tapping his bottom lip. “I want you on my cock, Princess, but first you’re going to sit here.”

My brows knit. I open my mouth to ask how I’m supposed to do that when it hits me.

His face.

He wants me to sit on his face.

Chapter 33

Delilah

Sitting on Striker’s facehas definitely been a part of my shower fantasies, but when I’m confronted with the reality, I’m suddenly nervous. I feel my head shaking, telling him no, but he’s gripping my hips and dragging me up. I fall forward on hands and knees, all too aware of Viper behind me.

“Be a good girl,” Striker says, kissing the inside of my thigh as he positions himself under me. He lifts his head from the bed, placing a soft kiss to my folds. My fingers curl into the bedding, my back bowing to give him better access just as Viper’s hand lands on my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh.

“God, that’s fucking sexy.” Viper grips my shoulder pulling me upright.

The position allows Striker better access and when I feel the slick heat of his tongue right before he sucks me into his mouth, an electric current shoots through my core. I shudder, reaching behind me to clutch at Viper’s hand, searching for anything to keep me grounded as Striker devours me.

Striker’s guttural groan from between my thighs makes that heat pooling in my core turn molten.

“God, I love watching you eat pussy,” Viper says. “Gets me so hard. That’s it, fuck my hand. I’m going to make this cock feel so good while you eat our girl.”

The dirty words pouring from Viper’s mouth makes me cast a look over my shoulder. Viper’s large hand fists Striker’s cock, stroking him roughly. The sight of his hand on him, Striker bucking into each stroke combined with the wet licks to my pussy is so carnal that I grind down onto his face, weaving a hand through his hair, loving his grating moan.

“Why isn’t Reaper here?” I ask, the words leaving my mouth in a rush.

My answer is a hard, long lick to my center, and I shiver. Striker pulls back long enough to say, “Mouth on my cock and suck it like a dirty boy.”

My breath rushes out as I shift to look, angling my body to see. When Viper leans forward, lifting his mask to expose his lush lips and takes Striker into his mouth, I groan. Striker lets out a strangled sound, fingers digging harshly into my thighs, and sucks my folds between his lips, nipping lightly at the flesh.

This is the first time I’ve seen Striker and Viper together and they’re both so sexy, so feral in their need that the thought of them both in me shoots my own desire up even higher.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss, looking back down at Striker, that wild feeling in me growing. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

Striker’s licks and sucks grow hungrier, his tongue moving over me, into me with such desire I’m meeting him, the stiffness in my legs leaving and I’m rubbing my pussy on his face, as Viper sucks his thick length with wet sloppy sounds.

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