Page 75 of To the Grave

I lifted my hips to help him tug off my underwear because I wasn’t insane and apparently I had no shame either. The driver’s denial was obviously fake, but it was pretty clear the Beasts had no intention of raising the partition and I was too sexually amped to fight it.

I had a feeling that for them, the lack of privacy was the point. That and the fact that none of us wanted to wait to get back to the hotel after the tableplay at the restaurant.

Besides, the city lights were passing by outside the limo’s tinted windows, a soft glow from under the seats barely illuminating the back seat. It felt like we were in a private world, one where there was no one but us, nothing but Otis fondling my tit and Wolf spreading my thighs while Jace looked on.

Wolf ran two fingers through the folds of my pussy and l Iet out a sigh, relieved to be free from the constraints of the restaurant where it had taken all my self-control not to cry out when I came.

Otis freed my tit from the dress and bent his head to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. I looked at the back of the driver’s head, then closed my eyes as Wolf ran his tongue through my cunt.

I heard the creak of leather and opened my eyes, then saw that Jace had shifted his position. Across the back seat, he was to the right of Wolf and angling for a better view of what Wolf was doing to me.

His jaw was sharp, his face shadowed in the limo’s interior. He unzipped his pants and withdrew his massive dick, the piercings on his Jacob’s ladder marching up his perfectly formed shaft.

He took it in his hand, then shifted his gaze from Wolf to me, his eyes burning into mine. I heard his words in the bathroom at the Strike:I’m only good for you.

I didn’t believe it was true, but there was something between us, something powerful. Something between me and all the Beasts that couldn’t be denied.

Wolf grabbed my hips and pulled me farther down on the seat, then buried his face in my cunt, running his tongue through my slit, up inside me, over my clit. His tongue was wet and hot, his strokes languid, and I sank into his mouth as Otis sucked one of my tits and fondled the other one.

“You see this?” Wolf asked, clearly talking to Jace as he pulled back from my dripping pussy. “She’s so fucking wet.”

“I see,” Jace said.

I was mesmerized by his long strokes of his shaft, his thick engorged head rising up out of his palm. I knew exactly what it felt like to have him push into me, could almost feel the slide of his piercings along the walls of my pussy.

It only made me want him — want all of them — more.

Otis lifted his head from my nipple. “You have the most perfect tits, doll. I could suck them all night long if I didn’t want to be inside you so bad.”

“Hold up,” Wolf said. “I’m not done here.”

He slipped his fingers inside me and lapped at my clit, covering it with long thorough strokes that made me writhe on the limo seat, pushing my hips up to meet his mouth, wanting more.

Wanting everything.

“You enjoying the view?” Otis asked Jace.

“The only thing I like more than watching Wolf eat her pussy is watching her get fucked.” Jace’s cock was huge and growing bigger with every one of his strokes. Watching him work it with his big hand stoked the orgasm building at my center as they talked about what they liked doing to me. “And the only thing I like more than watching her get fucked is fucking her myself.”

I looked at the back of the driver’s head, knew I’d be mortified when this was over even though he was being true to his word and acting like nothing unusual was happening in his back seat, but right now all I cared about was coming.

I ground my cunt on Wolf’s face, threading one hand into his silky hair and the other into Otis’ as he sucked my tit. Across from me, Jace worked his dick faster, his face set in a steely expression while he watched what Wolf and Otis were doing to me.

“Oh god,” I moaned as my orgasm built.

“Don’t let her come,” Jace said.

“Fucking asshole,” I gasped when Wolf lifted his head.

Jace’s laughter was familiar, the way he laughed when he was being diabolical, when he was being rebellious just so he could give the world the finger, but this time there was something warm under it too.

“This time we’re all going to play, princess.”

Wolf unfastened his leather pants and got onto the limo floor, pulling me with him. My dress was hiked up around my hips so straddling him was easy. One of the violet feathers from the skirt drifted onto his face.

I laughed, blowing it off as he positioned my knees on either side of his hips “Sorry!”

He squeezed my bare thighs. “Sunshine, you could tar and feather me and I wouldn’t care as long as you let me fuck you.”

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