Page 63 of Pucking Obsessed

D’Angelo sensually slinks down Robyn’s body, pushing up her t-shirt and sucking kisses against her sensitive skin as he goes.

Robyn is attempting to writhe but can’t move.

D’Angelo grasps her by the knees and pushes her legs up in the air.

Eden never gives Robyn a moment’s break from his intense kissing.

He really has been practicing.

D’Angelo clicks his fingers at me.

Eagerly, I join him between Robyn’s thighs.

“Worship our goddess.” D’Angelo grabs me by the arm and shoves me between Robyn’s thighs.

My cock hardens. I sigh in frustration, rubbing it against the mattress. The friction fires delicious sparks through me.

D’Angelo crisply smacks my hip. “Focus.”

It’s hard, when my orgasm has been pushed down for over a day already.

Shit, I need to come.

This is about proving to Robyn, however, that my talented tongue is the best.

I can do this.

I freeze, sliding my hands up to Robyn’s trembling hips, instead.

D’Angelo kisses up Robyn’s leg from her thigh to one of her favorite spots behind her knee.

She moans, clutching the quilt, desperately.

My expression becomes determined.

Her kisses with Eden are tender.

Sweet.

Intimate.

D’Angelo is kissing her on spots on her body that only he knows about. It’s like he’s mapped out exactly where will make her come apart.

He knows her better than any of us. But I can bring Robyn more pleasure than they can.

Does that mean I’m only the fucktoy in this bed?

Was Blythe right about me?

I ruthlessly block out the thought.

Does it matter, if that’s my role?

I’m not ashamed.

It brings me pleasure to serve others. It makes me fulfilled, when I pleasure the people I love.

I can accept that now.

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