Page 54 of Breeding Justice

Skylar knelt in front of me, his grin wicked as his hands slid up my thighs. “Let’s start with you, pet,” he said, his voice a low purr.

Skylar’s hands slid higher, his fingers grazing the edge of my shorts as his blue eyes locked on mine. “I’ve always loved these legs,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mischief. “But I think it’s time we see all of you.”

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down, his movements slow, deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine. I lifted my hips to help him, the fabric sliding down my thighs until he tossed them aside, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

“Fuck,” Skylar breathed, his fingers tracing the curve of my thigh. “You’re perfect.”

Behind me, Hassan leaned over the back of the couch, his hands sliding to my shoulders, grounding me in his warmth. “Don’t rush her,” he said, his voice low, firm, though I could hear the edge of need in it.

Skylar smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to the inside of my knee. “I’m not rushing. I’m savoring.”

Zane stepped closer, his hands brushing my sides as he knelt on the couch beside me. His hazel eyes were steady, searching mine for any sign of hesitation. “If this is too much, tell us,” he said softly.

“It’s not,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the storm of desire building inside me. “I want this. I want all of you.”

Bash moved behind the couch, his dark eyes watching as Skylar’s lips trailed higher, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His gaze was intense, possessive, as if he were cataloging every inch of me.

Skylar’s mouth found my center, his tongue flicking out to tease me, and I gasped, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He groaned against me, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he buried his face between them.

“God, Skylar,” I breathed, my head falling back against Hassan’s chest.

“Feel good, pet?” Skylar asked, his voice muffled as his tongue circled my clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes,” I moaned, my body arching into his touch.

Zane’s hands slid to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. His lips found my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands worked me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

Behind me, Hassan’s hands moved to my hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he tilted my head back to meet his gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

Skylar’s tongue worked faster, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place as he pushed me closer to the edge. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hands tangling in Skylar’s hair as I bucked against him.

“Do it,” he growled, his tongue flicking faster, harder, until the world shattered around me.

I cried out, my body writhing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Skylar didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at me, drawing out every last ounce of sensation until I was limp against the couch.

When he finally pulled back, his chin glistening, he looked up at me with a wicked grin. “You taste like heaven,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Zane didn’t give me time to recover. He pulled my shirt over my head, his lips trailing down my collarbone, my chest, until his mouth found my nipple. He sucked gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and I moaned, my hands sliding into his hair.

Hassan moved to kneel behind me, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he pressed his cock against me, teasing me with the thick head.

“Ready for me, doll?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathed, my body already arching toward him.

Hassan pressed a finger into me. “God, you’re so wet.”

I could feel his cock pressing against me and I wanted him. I wanted all of them. I couldn’t fucking wait. I had been away from them for so long—I needed to have them. I needed them to make me feel alive.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bash

The room was humming with energy—raw, charged, and thick enough to drown in.

I stood back for a moment, leaning against the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched Hassan guide Justice’s legs wider. The sharp edge of need gnawed at me, but I held myself still, letting the scene unfold in front of me like the most intimate play.

Hassan was always careful, precise—like he carried his discipline into everything he did, even this. His hands were steady as he spread her thighs, his thick fingers dipping between them, testing her, teasing her. Justice whimpered softly, her body arching into his touch, and the sound made my cock twitch in my pants.

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