Page 59 of Filthy Liar

Were they all watching me?

I went to look behind me but Logan’s hand tightened in my hair. “Don’t stop, baby. They can wait.”

“I don’t know about that. Her pussy looks lonely,” Ander commented, making me moan.

I could hear movement behind me, and I peered up at Logan to find him grinning at me.

“Part your legs more.”

Doing as I was told, I shuffled my legs apart a little more, holding his gaze as he thrust down my throat. Fingers teased my pussy and I rolled my hips, silently asking for more.

“You want me to make you come, Bluebird?” Ander murmured near my ear, not waiting for a response before sliding his fingers to my clit and making me jerk. “Keep letting Logan use that pretty mouth of yours, and I’ll make sure you squirt all over the fucking floor. Deal?”

I nodded as best as I could, and Logan took my jaw in his hand. “Open wider for me.”

It was a struggle, and the ache was starting to burn a little, but I managed to do what he wanted.

I moaned around him as Ander moved faster on my clit, my focus wavering slightly. It felt so good.

“You’re going to come with me,” Logan stated, thrusting deeper until my face was pressed into his groin. I was choking and drooling, definitely not in an attractive way, but I was so focused on trying not to come that I didn’t care.

My legs were shaking from fighting it, and Ander was trying so hard to force it out of me.

Logan’s thrusts became erratic, and the second his cum hit my tongue, I let go.

“Squirt all over his hand, baby,” Logan murmured as his hold on me loosened and he let go of my hair, his cock slipping from my mouth the second I’d swallowed.

“I can’t,” I practically sobbed, clinging to his thighs as Ander forced two fingers inside me and started slamming them in and out while working my clit.

“You will,” Ander growled, not slowing down.

My body screamed at me to make it stop, the waves washing through me again and again until the familiar pressure built and released, liquid flying out of me and soaking his hand and the floor.

“Good girl,” Ander praised, finally slowing to a stop and giving me a moment to recover.

Logan helped me to shaky feet, thankfully grabbing his discarded shirt to wipe at my chin and chest to clean me up.

He was barely done when Ander spun me around to kiss me, not giving a shit about the fact that Logan had just been in my damn mouth.

I started pushing him back towards the bed, and he had no issue with me taking control as he sat down and fell back on the mattress. He started stripping for me, my eyes catching on his battered body.

I hesitated, but he shook his head. “Don’t do that. I’m fine. Come ride me.”

“I’m going to hurt you.”

“If a little thing like you can hurt me, that sounds like a me problem,” he chuckled, kicking his pants and boxers off before taking my hand and tugging me onto his lap. “You going to fuck me, baby? Show me who I belong to?”

My knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him as I lined myself up with his dick, hoping if it started hurting him, he’d tell me.

If it was just the two of us, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but a group fuck?

“You know you belong to me,” I replied as I sank over him, his muscles flexing as he filled me. He tried to sit up to kiss me, and I boldly grabbed his throat to keep him in place, denying him as I started rolling my hips, loving how his breath caught.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Reid mumbled, drawing my attention to the fact him and Zavier were standing in the doorway. I had no idea how long they’d been there for, but it just made me want to work harder.

It took me a second to find a good bounce and grind rhythm, but the grunt that left Ander told me he liked it, especially when his hands gripped my waist and he cursed.

The mattress dipped, and a hard chest pressed against my back.

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