Page 15 of Inappropriately Matched

Chapter Nine

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Clementine

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Suddenly all I wantto do is please them. My finger sails over my clit with lightning speed. I’m mindless in my pursuit of this orgasm for them. My heart and my body are on the brink of exploding. I’m so close.

The only thing fueling my madness is feeling their searing hot gazes on me and the primal sounds that fall from their lips, infusing with my own unleashed feral nature.

So close. So, so, so close.

I writhe over the bed, back arched so deeply. A little more, and I’ll be defying gravity altogether.

I shut my eyes, the pressure so immense, I’m going to burst out of my skin.

I just need to rub harder, faster, past the sensitivity to the climax that is waiting for catastrophic release just beneath it all.

I worry I might go blind. I worry I’m a one-and-done kind of girl, but I don’t stop. I need to hear their roars of approval again. I need to hear them praise me. I never needed validation in my life before, but then again, I didn’t know there was a form of it so dirty. I’ve soaked all my fingers and my palm with the juices sluicing from my pussy.

I want to please them, and then finally... Finally my body surrenders, my mind blanks, and a soul-destroying orgasm rushes out of me. The spasms of my pussy match the thudding of my heart. I struggle to breathe... but then I feel it.

Three hot mouths on me.

My. Dear. God.

They capture the remaining contractions of my climax in their mouths, immediately commanding another one in its wake.

Another one? Am I hearing what my body is doing?

“I... you... umm...”

Coherent thought dissolves, leaving me in a hot liquid disarray.

My pussy is so wet, the sound of them drinking from my center is embarrassingly inescapable. Everything is amplified, magnified, and more visceral with the blindfold over my eyes.

A pillow is stuffed underneath my butt, essentially giving them better access to my pussy, as if I’m a platter of food for these starving men.

Dominant biting kisses line my inner thigh while my pussy lips are rubbed and pulled, sending a jolt of electricity to my clit caught in another’s hot mouth.

“Delicious.” Holt’s tone is so husky against my quivering center, another shiver sails through me. They swap places.

Holt now leaves a trail of hickeys on my other thigh, Steele plays with my labia, and Ryder swallows my clit into his mouth.

I tense up. Apprehension settles in my stomach as Steele dips his finger into me.

Oh my gosh. That one lone digit of his feels enormous inside me, as if my flesh is already stretched to its limit just to accommodate him.

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