Page 91 of Winter's End

“Our girl is dripping all over my countertop. Help me clean it up.”

My brows rose skyward at the suggestion. Instead of taunting me with his position of pleasure, he was offering to … share?

I eyed him with open suspicion. “You want me to help … clean her up?”

“Unless you’d just rather watch like a fucking virgin.”

Logan’s sneer would have been infuriating if his offer wasn’t so intriguing. The possessive man in me wanted to lock Winter in a room and have her ride me hard until we blacked out from coming apart more times than we could count.

But hearing her moans while Logan feasted on her sweet pussy had had an effect. My cock had hardened to granite in my gym shorts; I now needed to bury it between her thighs until my cum marked her as mine.

My feet betrayed me, bringing me closer to my little violet’s display. Her hooded blue eyes and glistening pink pussy brought me to my knees. My mouth hovered over her; Logan’s presence behind me no longer mattered—I couldn’t deny such a delicious meal.

I licked down the seam of her lips, relishing her taste. She bucked into me as I closed my mouth around her fully to spear her with my tongue. The vibration of her moan rippled through me, spurring me to suck harder. I gripped her hips and pulled her across the cold surface more tightly to me, and the heat and suppleness of her skin overtook my senses.

The muscles of her thighs tightened around my head. I pinned her beneath me, unwilling to let her escape until the sweetness of her coated my tongue.

I didn’t have long to wait. Her body tensed, and the ragged cry that left her lips was the sweetest symphony to my ears. I lapped up every drop before standing to pull her off the island and into my arms for a lingering kiss.

She melted into me. Her cum on my lips wasn’t enough for me. Desire forced its way through my body like a speeding freight train, and my cock twitched with an urgency to plunge into her.

“That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

Logan’s smug tone broke through our moment, and I was tempted to maim him for it.

He stepped up behind her, latching his mouth onto her earlobe as I held her flushed skin against me. I captured her shivers as he nipped and sucked a trail down to her shoulders. He paid no attention to me—his undivided attention directed solely to the woman between us. He sandwiched her—pushing her more deeply into my arms and her belly into my throbbing shaft.

I resumed my exploration of her lips as her hands held my t-shirt in a death grip.

“Yeeeeeeeeeees,” Winter moaned into my mouth, wriggling against me. I could feel beads of pre-cum cover the tip of my cock as it anticipated its release.

Logan chose that moment to look up and wink at me.

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” the calculating deviant purred into our woman’s ear.

Her eyes popped open and lingered on mine with uncertainty.

“Cam?” Her whisper was a question—or a plea; I couldn’t discern the difference in my lust-filled haze.

I wanted this. Needed this. I had held out for my little violet long enough. If I wanted her, I needed to accept these other men. We could try this once, but if it was too much, I would simply take my moments with her alone.

“I’ll try, Little Violet. I need to feel you around me tonight.”

When I released her from my arms, Logan led us to his bedroom; the last time I had seen these walls, Winter had been drugged. We needed better memories to saturate this space.

Logan wasted no time, tugging Winter’s dress over her head and unclasping her bra, exposing her nakedness to my eager eyes. Her body held luscious curves and a softness I loved on a woman.

She was a feminine goddess, and I was just a simple man.

Logan had removed his own clothes in the time I had taken to admire her form. I had never wanted to see Logan Eccles in all of his pompous glory, but here we were. Without overthinking it, I shucked my t-shirt into the corner and pulled down my shorts and boxers in one go; my heavy cock bobbed against my abdomen, impatient to fill her up.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tucked her naked body between my legs. I palmed her perky breasts and squeezed, savoring her breathy responses as I tweaked her nipples.

Logan left, grabbing something from his bedside table, but was back in seconds. He pushed us forward until I was laying down with Winter fully on top of me.

“Have you ever been fucked by two cocks before, Princess?”

Her glossy eyes looked back at him as she held her weight above me. “Yes.”

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