Page 276 of Quinlan

Liam’s in the armchair next to the bed. Hard again, stroking himself.

It’s impossible not to be, when Quinlan’s like that. Seductive. Glorious. Not afraid of taking what she craves for herself.

Which she does. She straddles Damien, and he holds the base of his cock up for her. Grabs her hips with one hand and helps her lower on his length.

“Not so fast.” I’m behind her. I have my hands on her hips, above Damien’s, spreading her for me. Tilting her hips up and away from Damien’s cock.

Pulling her sweet little cunt to my mouth.

I’m dying to pleasure her. That’s why my tongue dips into her dripping hole, why I take extra care in rubbing her walls. Suck on her juices and Liam’s cum.

I’ve gotten used to tasting my friends on her. It’s us. It’s right. It’s so fucking right.

“Rome.” My name’s on her lips. She cries harder when I tilt my head to find her red, taut clit and suck.

I would’ve made her come on my tongue, except I’ve run out of time. I’ll only have her after Damien does.

“My name.” We move together, him and I. I straighten on my knees, and he pulls her to him, impaling Quinlan on his cock. “Say my name, darling.”

“Damien.” There’s no hesitation, not a second of it. He grinds her on him, kisses her, steals her breath with every stroke of his cock, and she still moans, “Damien, fuck me, please.”

I spit on her tighter hole, then cut my gaze to Liam. He leans forward in his chair, his rapt attention on Quinlan’s face. Hypnotized by her.

So am I. I return my attention to her ass, rubbing my saliva around her the rim, grabbing a fistful of her ass cheek.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.” I can’t help myself. Can’t go slow and gentle. I need to stretch that other hole. I’ve been dying to have her there. Everywhere. “You make me want things,” I hiss, cursing. Push my thumb deeper. “Filthy things. Defile you in so many ways. Even more so now that you’re carrying our children.”

“Do it,” Quinlan groans, her plea choked.

“Do what?” Damien slows, grabbing her by the hair and turning her face to me without hurting her. I can tell he’s being gentle. I can tell it’s costing him. “You’ll have to be more specific, darling.”

Her lips are swollen, parted. A blush has taken over her cheeks.

“Fuck me there. I want—no, Ineed—you in my ass, Rome.”

I shake my head, though deep down, I’m already in there. Already making her wet enough, stretched enough so it wouldn’t hurt.

Her pout is fucking adorable. “The doctor said it’s okay.”

My hand cracks down on her ass.

“You asked?” I spit on the hole I’ve been denying myself for weeks. “You asked your doctor if two men can stretch you like this?” Two fingers go into her.

She groans. Liam does too.

I curl my fingers inside her. Pump in and out of her ass. I’m high on the sounds she can’t stop making. On how she clenches around me.

“Told him you’re our little sex toy?” She’s full of my fingers and my saliva. I spit on her again. As rough as I’m being, she needsthe prep. We haven’t been inside her ass for too long. “That you’re a whore for three men?”

“I have needs.” She slides up on Damien’s cock. Pushes into my fingers. “So yes, I asked.”

“Who did you say we were to you?” Damien pulls her face to him, his voice hoarse with lust.

None of us explained to her doctors who the hell we were to Quinlan. We pay them extra to keep their mouths shut. Not to ask any questions. But if Quinlan asked for their advice about being fucked in more than one hole, she had to have told them something.

No, I’m not mad. I’m curious as much as Dame is. As much as Liam is, who stopped fucking his hand and is just there, staring at her.

“Hmm? What was it, Quinlan? You said we’re your kidnappers?” Damien’s hands are on her neck, going down to her breasts and up to her cheeks. When she doesn’t answer, he pulls her to him, his lips parting on her neck, where he bites her. “The men who’d been obsessed with you for years? Psychopaths? Your owners, who wouldn’t stop fucking you until you were pregnant?”

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