Page 84 of Witches Be Damned

I loved it when he held me like this. Loved that he was so much bigger than me, his body enveloping mine. Loved the dark, hot gaze in his brown eyes that said what he planned to do me would incinerate my body.

His gaze dropped to my tongue, wetting my lip. “Fuck, Sunset. I want that tongue on my cock.”

“No,” Tor tossed a pillow at his head. “That’s not how the scene goes.”

“Scene?” Hmm. I picked up the book and grinned at the tattooed man on the front. We were having a role play from one of my favorite pregnancy mafia romances that Tor bought for me. “Yes, Daddy!”

“Yes, Capo,” Tor corrected me, patting the bed, and I crawled between him and Pascal, Knoxe climbing on after me, making the bed dip hard. “Lie against me, little thief.”

I settled myself between Tor’s legs, and he pulled me down to his chest, the pace of his breathing and the insistent tapping of his cock on my back telling me how worked up he was.

He rested the book to his left, where I could read along from the passage he chose to act out. “You stole something from me worth more than my empire, and you’re going to pay, thief.”

Oh, yeah. My favorite scene from this book. I highlighted all my favorite paragraphs in pink highlighter. I hadn’t read any paperbacks in a while. Didn’t need to when my wildest fantasies came true with my four gorgeous men. When I did, Tor often licked my pussy or fingered me when I read hot scenes to dial up the heat. Having the three of them act out the scene or pleasure me while reading was the best surprise. The hottest thing we’d done… and we’d done A LOT.

Tor continued reading, “I can’t spank you because you’re pregnant. But I will make you rethink your decisions.”

The Capo had it so bad for his thief. He wouldn’t hurt her, but he’d make his point for her betraying him.

“Please, Capo, let me go. I won’t ask anything of you,” Tor read in his own voice, and thank, God, because his girly one was almost as terrible as some narrators narrating the female character’s voice. Hashtag off-putting.

“That’s not how this works, thief.” While Tor recited the scene, Pascal claimed my lips, groaning into me. “Open for me.”

Yes, yes, and yes! The Capo was going to punish her, and my men me!

“Lift your hips, thief.” Knoxe assumed the dialogue, snatching a pillow, and patting my thigh. I angled my hips up, and he nestled the pillow beneath my ass. He spread my legs and crawled backward down my body. “That’s my good little thief.”

Fuck, the hot, breathy way he said that cranked up the heat in my cell from its standard chilly sixty degrees Fahrenheit to ninety.

“You’re not going to come, do you hear me?” Tor’s deep and velvety voice rivaled my favorite narrators, heightening the spicy atmosphere.

“Please, Capo,” I begged, doing a little improv, earning a stroke on my neck from Tor.

Pascal’s mouth was as rough as the palm rolling my breast. He’d never been this way with me before, always treating me gently. The contrast spun the spice meter from ten to a thousand. I loved his growth in confidence and that he wanted to play games with me and Tor. Tor must have convinced him to act out a character from the comics, only with a romantic bent.

Tor’s lips sucked along the skin of my neck. “Relax, thief. Let me take care of you. It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.”

Knoxe lined himself up at my entrance, inserting his head, teasing me by not going further.

Pascal unwrapped a long lollipop and stuck it in his mouth, speaking with it in the corner of his mouth. “Did you think I’d let you come, thief?” He removed the candy and ran it between my drenched folds. “You’re not a good girl and won’t come until you’ve atoned for your sins.”

My sweet, shy man wet the candy with his saliva again and rubbed the sticky sweetness over his cock, then passed it along. Knoxe licked at it and gave it a long pull with his mouth. I groaned at the sexy moves, all three of them officially becoming my Candymen. Smiling wickedly, he thrust it into my pussy and thumbed my clit at a maddening pace that hurtled me closer to orgasm. The size wasn’t nearly enough, and I squirmed, needing so much more. But they weren’t going to give it to me.

“You don’t think you deserve my cock, do you?” Knoxe growled, staying in character, impressing me with his new talent.

I lifted my hips to chase my release, and shamelessly begged, “Please give it to me.”

In the book, the Capo fed his pregnant girlfriend’s pussy the hilt of his knife, driving her dangerously close to orgasm, and stopping. Then doing it all over again and again, until she was a sweaty, writhing mess. Tor kept reading, where the male love interest removed his blade, sharpening it, waiting for his thief’s orgasm to ebb.

Knoxe didn’t follow the book strictly and punish me in the same fashion, sometimes inserting his finger, pleasuring me for a few beats before denying me. “You want this, baby?”

“Yes!” I rolled my hips, chasing the finger he removed.

“Not until you take my cock like a dirty little thief.” Pascal traced the tip of his pulsing length along my lower lip, going off story, and I didn’t care one bit.

H.O.T.

I took his fiery length into my mouth despite the awkward angle, and he cradled my head, doing most of the work and pumping into me.

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