Page 30 of Don't You Pucking Dare

Jacks hisses, "Oh, fuck."

Kiah changes the camera angle so that we’re taking a selfie, and I finally get to see the face I’ve been dying to see.

Penetrating eyes, sharp jaw, pointy nose. Jesus, what in the hell? He’s hotter than Jack. And why is he not wearing a shirt right now?

"Duchess," Brody growls.

I kiss Kiah deeper, my tongue swirling with hers now as I ignore him. She’s riding on Jack’s dick, moaning in my mouth.

"Jack, I’m going to fucking kill you," Brody shouts, but Jack keeps his hands on Kiah. He doesn’t bother to touch me even though I’m aching from the sight before me. Kiah was right, his dick is huge. Every time she sits on him, she moans loudly.

I want to entice Jack to touch me. Seeing Brody pissed off is my mission accomplished, but now I’m just fucking horny. I throw my leg over his torso, facing Kiah, planting my ass right in front of his face. Kiah is a really good kisser. She’s rolling her tongue on mine, pinching my nipple, and grabbing my ass with her other hand.

"Jack, baby. Do you like what you see?" Kiah calls out, riding his dick. "Surprise, baby."

Jack groans, "I fucking love what I see."

Those words tempt me to sit on his face, but I’m withholding myself. Jack is respectfully keeping his hands to himself, and I believe Brody is racing his way over. I think I can get what I want from Brody, so I keep my ass above his face and don’t lean into temptation.

Kiah keeps Jack on the edge of coming, not allowing him to fully release because she’s waiting for the finale when Brody arrives.

When Brody barges in, my ass is still in Jack’s face and Kiah is still kissing me. Brody slams the door behind him in pure anger. I take in his face. Mad eyes, pointy nose, clenched jaw. Even sexier in person. Tall, broad shoulders. He is so much hotter than I anticipated.

Brody picks me up by the neck and throws me onto my bed. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Duchess!"

He rips off his shirt and takes off his pants. He’s in his boxers, and the anger in him is scaring the fuck out of me. Hegrabs me, but I stay curled up. My pussy is aching at the sight of him.

He.

Is.

So.

Fucking.

Hot.

And I’m so fucking wet.

"Is this what you want!" Brody shouts, grabbing my limbs, trying to make me submit to him.

Kiah yells, "What the fuck do you think you’re doing!"

Jack flips her onto her back and tells her, "Shut the fuck up, and mind your own business."

She starts pushing him, but he’s fucking her like a rabbit. He’s pounding into her while holding her down. She’s yelling at him, but he’s silencing her by shoving her face into the bed.

"Stop it!" I scream, but big hands muffle my voice. And this time Brody isn’t going to be nice. His power is overwhelming.

He holds his hand over my mouth. "You look like you want to be fucked, Duchess. Am I wrong or am I right?"

I fight against him, and he releases my mouth so he can pin me down since I’m trying to kick him, punch him, anything to get him off. I need to get to Kiah who isn’t used to this danger.

Brody gets in my face as Jack is whispering dirty shit to Kiah about how she’s a whore and a slut and likes to get fucked. Brody whispers, "If I wasn’t here, that would be you struggling underneath that dick over there, do you know that? Do you realize what you’ve done? You’re fucking mine, but now he’s going to want you. And that puts me in a tough place, Duchess."

When Jack smacks Kiah’s face and it echoes, I scream at him to stop.

Brody grabs me again, turning me around, shoving me in the bed.

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