Page 108 of Full Mountie

He makes a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. “You like that?”

Jesus, who the fuck knows. “Like is relative.”

He pulls back, frowning. He grips me by the back of the neck and presses his forehead against mine. “No.”

“What?”

“Say it. Say you like it. Don’t hide behind some love-hate bullshit.”

I blink at him, my mouth dry. “I… Yeah. Fuck. I like it. Bite me.”

Beth stands, and Hugh pulls her in close. “You bit him?” she asks him, her voice all breathy.

“Hard,” he answers, his eyes glittering.

My balls pull tight.

“Can I bite him?”

She’s asked him, not me. A long, pregnant pause stretches out as I stand there, dick getting wetter by the second as my body proves it’s fully on board with any fucked-up shenanigans Hugh has in mind.

“Can you?” He tugs on her hair, tipping her face up to his so he can kiss her. “You better. Our boy needs it.”

We fall onto the bed, Beth decorating my chest with a gentle line of love bites that make me thrust my hips in the air.

“Harder,” I whisper. “You could suck, too. Mark me up.”

Hugh nudges into me, rolling me onto my side, and I wrap Beth in my arms. Her legs slide through mine, my cock tapping against her belly.

Hugh licks a line from my neck to my shoulder, then covers that flesh with his mouth and sucks—hard. He pulls on my skin until I’m groaning, and then he sinks his teeth into that hickey and leaves his mark.

I swear under my breath, a long chain of filthy words as he kisses the hurt away, and then I roll onto my back.

“Beth,” I growl. “Get the fuck on top of me.”

She swings her leg over me, but instead of guiding her down to my cock, I pull her up to my face.

I trace her folds with one hand as I use the other to press against the plug in her bottom. She jerks against me.

“Hold on tight, beautiful.”

I’m not going to make her come. I want to feel that on my cock. But I need a quick taste of her tangy goodness. Just a quick swipe of my tongue, a little suckle against her clit.

Fuck, I could die and go to heaven right now.

As the tremors fade from the shock of my tongue and the plug moving inside her, she begins to rock against me face.

Yeah, baby. I bet that feels good. Her moans rise, soft and sweet, and I lick up the juices sliding freely from her swollen pussy.

The bed shifts, Hugh moving, then again as he returns.

I feel him rolling a condom onto my straining cock, then he pulls Beth off my face.

She’s flushed and grinning, and he gives her a mock stern look. “You were going to come like that, weren’t you?”

She shrugs. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

He taps her bottom. “Lean forward.”

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