Page 57 of Quinlan

Would you look at her, sleeping peacefully.

The moon beams filtering from the window have bathed her in gentle silver light. A duvet covers her sweet body, her hair spread on the pillow. The melatonin bottle sits on her bedside table, a glass of water next to it.

Darling,I mouth, hovering over her.

I’m here, at the edge of her bed, my face and hers are inches apart. She’s on her back, as quiet as Rome and Liam are as they join us.

I shake my head instead of saying,this won’t do. I peel off the duvet, lowering it to her knees.

Rome’s steps are muted as he positions himself on the other side of Quinlan’s bed. Liam sidles next to him.

Neither of us speaks or does any other thing for a couple of minutes. Long, excruciating minutes while we stare at Quinlan.

She’s fast asleep. Her beautiful body doesn’t stir. Heavy eyelids remain where they are.

I make the first move. Turn my fantasy into reality as I slip my jeans button out of the loop, lower my zipper and push my jeans down my thighs.

The three of us never jerk off before each other, but I can’t hold back. The compulsion is strong. Too strong. I have to relieve this tension building inside me. Need this friction. My sick mind is dead set on debasing Quinlan, and it starts here.

I’m throbbing. Dripping for her. It doesn’t matter that Quinlan’s all innocent in her white tank and cotton panties. It only serves to turn me on more.

Her body makes for a beautiful shell, but my obsession runs far deeper than that. I could jack off to her soul.

With my cock in my hand, I stroke myself while my two best friends watch.

Let them stare. Let them see how much I want her.

They don’t lose their pants at first. Rome leans in, flipping her tank top up over her tits.

He pulls a pocketknife out of his pants, looking at me. I stop pumping, and the fucker grins before hooking his fingers into her waistband.

Snap,and Quinlan’s panties are sliced. In a movement that’s so subtle and unlike Rome, he slips the torn panties from beneath her. Inhales her scent, shoving them into his jacket.

He’ll have to share once we’re home.

Until then…

What a beautiful little plaything she is, letting us use her.

Rome steps back, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. A taunting one, telling me he stripped her for my benefit.

That has to be his depraved way of apologizing to me for kissing her first. For putting his lips on the girl that was mine before she belonged to either of them.

All yours, his dark look tells me.

Liam has his hand in the pocket of his pants. He pulls out his Zippo, flicks the top open. Fire lights up his eyes as he slides them to Quinlan.

He’s not stressed. He’s impatient. Rome has to be too.

They’ll lose it soon.

They’ll join me.

Can’t fucking wait.

I’m running my hand over my cock again. Feel the pulsing veins. The skin stretching. The dampness.

Her eyes are closed. In my head, I order her to keep them open.

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