Page 125 of Quinlan

“God, too fucking good.”

The firstcrackof Damien’s palm on her ass makes my eyes roll back with pleasure. I force them back on her. She’s beautiful. Ilove seeing my hand wrapped in her hair while my hips fuck her mouth.

While her eyes tear up for me. While she hollows her cheeks for me.

“I want you, darling. Have wanted you for years.” It’s easier for him to confess like this. From behind her. Her eyes blink, a tear dropping from one of them. His words mean something to her. “Have loved you more than that. Fuck, I never said that. Never let myself think that. You’re my everything. You’ve been everywhere. Watching you shower has been fucking nothing, Quinlan, nothing compared to having you here. Finally. Goddamn finally.”

I’m not sure he realizes what he’s saying. His voice is strained, the words raw and real. I tear my gaze from Quinlan, looking at his lips pulled in a tight line, hands running reverently on her ass, her hips. Then—

Anothercrack. Quinlan jerks forward on me, her teeth grazing my length.

“Ah, yes, sweetheart.” I swipe a finger over her heart tattoo, pounding deeper down her throat. Wiping out the bad memories and replacing them with us. “You have such a perfect mouth. You take me so well. Teeth and all. Lick the bottom. Suck. Yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re good. Fuck, you’re ours.”

There are many words in the English language. None of them could explain the things that Quinlan does to my heart.

It’s in her obedience. It’s in the way her lips wrap around my cock and how she keeps taking it. Despite the tears in her eyes. Despite struggling with being a sex doll between Damien and me.

She has my heart in her goddamn hands. Just by existing.

A groan. A choked, furious sound. It comes from Damien whose eyes are so dark, they’re nearly black. Quinlan’s are just as dark, just as starving. His cock is wet with her arousal.

And I’m curious. So goddamn curious. “Is she dripping, Damien?”

“No.” My friend doesn’t meet my gaze. He’s fixated on her back. Her ass. His arm slides around her, his hand slipping between her thighs. “She’s soaked. And close. Aren’t you, darling?”

“Mmm,” is the only response Quinlan can offer us. The only one available to her, with my cock stuffing her mouth. Her moan vibrates on my dick.

Knowing she’s about to orgasm again makes the room hotter. Makes my throat lock up and the need to fill her mouth with my cum insufferable.

“You’re going to be a good girl, Quinlan.” She blinks for me. We’ve been stalking her, kidnapped her, and she still wants us. “Going to come with Damien tearing into your pussy. With your cock-sucking lips wrapped around me.”

She whimpers, pursing her lips and sucking.

“Jesus fuck.”

“Beautiful, beautiful Quinlan. I have so much cum for you. Going to give you babies.” Damien rubs her clit, his thrusts quickening. “Do what Rome says. Be a good girl. Be our good little girl and, oh,fuck, yes.”

I feel the moment Quinlan comes. Her throat constricts around the head of my cock. She cries and moans. Her mouth is full of me, but I hear her regardless.

More. Please. I’ve been needing this. Needing you.

“Look at you, being such a good girl,” I praise, my voice husky. I’m there, thickening in her mouth. Pounding harder. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming in your pretty mouth. Swallow it. Every drop, sweetheart. Everything.”

My climax is a freight train. It explodes in my chest, sending one shock after the other through my body.

In the background, I hear Damien’s groans and low curses as he orgasms. They’re muffled, though. The whole world is a blur out except for her face.

Those swollen, stretched lips. Those fiery gray eyes. That throat working to keep my cum in her mouth. To swallow.

“Good fucking girl.” I pull out when I’m done, as does Damien.

My pants are in place before I drop to the floor while he fingers her pussy, pushing his seed in. I want him to get her pregnant. I want all of us to get her pregnant.

“I swear.” Her cheeks are in my hands, my lips brushing hers. “There’s been no one but you for years, little captive.”

Damien gets up. Tucks himself in.

Hiding his scars with his clothes.

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