Page 162 of Bride By Initiation

She bites on her lip, her eyes full of fire.

One of the men sits on a lounger. The woman straddles him, and the second man leans over and kisses her neck.

"Holy shit," she murmurs.

I pump my fingers inside her, kissing her neck.

The same expression she wore at the Binding of Flesh appears on her face. She whispers, "Sean."

My lips brush her ear. I murmur, "I remember how you like to watch."

Her cheeks turn red.

I swipe my tongue over her lobe and splay my hand on her spine, pushing her onto the cold quartz. I release my pants and the sound of my belt hitting the floor ricochets in the air.

She inhales sharply, glancing back at me.

"Don't watch me. Watch them, my little brat," I insist. I take my foot and slide her feet farther apart.

She glances back at the throuple. Both men are inside the woman now.

"That's so hot," Zara blurts.

With one thrust, I push inside her.

"Oh my God," she cries out, and her insides pulse around me.

I don't hold back, thrusting into her at the same pace the men thrust into the woman. I bark, "Tell me how you like it, my little brat."

"Harder," she breathes.

The woman closes her eyes, her mouth in an O, her body convulsing.

I keep my palm on Zara's spine and grip her shoulder with my other hand. My cock slides in and out of her, creating a never-ending supply of tingles down my spine.

"Sean. Oh my God!" she chokes out.

The woman's face turns redder. The men pound into her harder, the one behind her tugging her hair so her face is pointed at the ceiling.

Adrenaline floods my cells.

"Sean, I'm going to?—"

I slap her ass, and she shrieks, her pussy pulsating around my cock.

I slide my hand in her hair, tugging it so her chin's on the quartz. I pound into her harder, snarling, "You like what you see over there?"

"Yes. Oh my God, yes," she admits.

I ask the question that's kept me up at night; the one I haven't had the balls to ask. "Is that what you want, Zara? Me and another guy?"

She doesn't hesitate, stating, "No, only you. I just like to watch."

"You sure?" I question.

"Yes!"

Relief hits me. I say into her ear, "That's good, my pulse. No one gets you but me."

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