Page 58 of Wicked Oath

“Let’s play a game,” Talon says softly.

“I like games,” I reply.

“Guess who is touching you, and they’ll make you come. Guess wrong, they edge you,” he says. “There will only be one at a time.”

“Okay,” I say.

“First up,” he says. A few seconds pass before anyone puts their hands on my breasts, gently kneading them. I know it’s not Talon, because he would go straight for my pussy but Jude is a tits kind of man.

“Jude,” I say.

“Good girl,” Jude says as he slowly pushes his fingers in my pussy. His palm rubs my clit, and I moan.

“Long deep breaths and relax,” Talon says. I nod and relax as he starts fucking me with his hand. The others resume massaging my body and I continue moaning softly as he finds an unrelenting speed.

“That feels so good,” I groan. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Come for us,” Jude encourages.

My thighs are shaking, and my breathing is labored. I have never in my life felt something like this before. I am so damn close to coming, but I am somehow so relaxed. “Oh God,” I moan as I involuntarily rock my hips. Jude places his hand on my lower belly and presses down hard as he curls his fingers inside of me. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Come for us, Little Flower,” Talon encourages. When it breaks, my arousal floods out of me. He doesn’t stop until he has milked every single moan out of me that he can.

“Next up,” Jude says sweetly. I groan because I can’t focus. I feel hands on me, but I can’t figure out who it is. “Who is it?”

“Fuck,” I groan. “I don’t know. Chris?”

“I should be offended,” Talon laughs.

“No. I’m sorry,” I frown.

“If you think for a second that I didn’t do that intentionally, you’re wrong,” Talon laughs and pushes my legs apart.

“What are you… oh fuck,” I moan when he flicks his tongue across my clit. “No, that’s not fair. You can’t put that crap on me, knowing I’m overly sensitive, and then torture me.”

“Shhh,” Jude says as he starts rubbing my temples. Talon pushes three fingers into me and starts sucking on my clit as he fucks me hard with his hand.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I pant. “Oh, please don’t edge me. Please.”

“Excuse me,” Talon asks.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimper.

“How can I deny you when you beg so pretty, Little Flower?” he asks, flicking his tongue across me again.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he asks.

“Yes,” I cry out.

“Okay. We get to make you our little fuck toy. Anything goes. We say when enough is enough,” Talon says.

“We?”

“All five, Little Flower. You think we are rough? Chris will have to get you last or we will all be fucking you limp,” he says.

“Yes,” I say. “That. All of that. I’ll sort out the feelings later.”

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