Page 34 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
She huffs. “Pure evil.”
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Avery
Wyatt is diabolical. He sheathes his cock inside me with slow pressure and just stays there, filling me up, stretching me to the limit as he grinds his hips against my overly sensitive clit. God, his eyes are dark, his face cold and serious, but his touch is gentle as Ryder and Ezra relinquish their control to him.
They ate me out for what felt like hours, bringing me to the brink before denying me an orgasm. I’m so fucking needy and riled up that just having Wyatt inside me is a small mercy. I shift my hips up against him and watch his jaw tighten.
Wyatt cups under my knees and bends them back, keeping me still as he slowly withdraws and slides back into me. The lazy momentum of his thrusts pings every pleasure point inside me, but it doesn’t bring me any closer to the orgasm they’ve been denying me.
I lift my head to watch him thrust into me. He’s stretching me wide open, my thighs are soaked, yet so much of him is still clothed. I barely catch a glimpse of the pale skin at his groin, thepale red hair stretching up his abs. God, who knew Wyatt had enough muscle to make a vein pop across that swooping V?
Biting my lip, I meet his gaze again, and it’s transformed with hunger. When I reach up, he pauses until I undo the few buttons. My fingers reach to touch his skin. He’s so hot, pulsing with a tightly-held energy.
He sinks down an inch, and his cock suddenly touches all-new spots that spring a new wetness inside me. My mouth falls open from the pleasure. It’s overwhelming.
Wyatt smiles down at me as though he can feel the change. It’s a promise to fulfill the dirty fantasies in my journal. The ones Ezra reads out loud to me when I’m whimpering.
A moment ago, all three of them had their hands and mouths all over me, and now, they hover, watching. Ryder is stroking himself over his pants, his shirt open and exposing wonderfully toned bronze skin.
Ezra just watches, much more stern now than the last time we were tangled together. Last time, we didn’t have anyone else involved. No audience.
Fuck, this whole thing is hotter than I thought it would be.
Wyatt stretches me further, pinning my knees to the table, my hips arched to just the right angle for him to plunder me, plunging pleasure through me with an unending pace.
I’m on the edge of coming, back at that sweet spot before I fall over, eyes fluttering closed before his cock slips out of me. Aching and empty, I let out a frustrated cry. But Ryder is there to tease me with the head of his penis, dipping and testing until I’m trying to capture him inside me.
God, I just need to be fucked.
“Stop playing with me. Let me come.”
Ryder grins, leaning over me. “Oh, you’re going to come, beautiful.”
Hooking my legs in his elbows, he grabs my waist and thrusts into me with force. It takes a few rough tries until he’s seated, but he doesn’t tease anymore. He’s powering into the ends of me, reaching a tender spot that has my toes curling.
I can’t catch my breath. A chorus of swearing surrounds me. Heat tears through me as I clamp down around him. Ryder looks the most serious I’ve ever seen him, and he’s smart. He doesn’t change a single thing that he’s doing. I’m right there, and he intends to end me.
Yes. Please. Please. Please.
“Such a sweet little beggar.”
I groan. Apparently, I’ve been saying that aloud.
“Don’t back down now. Come for me.”
I grab his wrist, trying to anchor myself as everything spins out of control. Constricting and twisting under him, my core pulses and I’m falling through white-hot pleasure.
Gulping at air doesn’t help. I’m high on the pounding of his hips, and I’m not coming down.
Hands appear to stroke and soothe my skin as I whimper and whine under the onslaught of Ryder’s cock. His gaze is locked on mine, watching me struggle for a footing and flailing. It’s too much. Too good.
And it won’t end.
Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, leaking down my temples as Ryder prolongs my orgasm. I’m sobbing from the overload before he lowers my legs around his waist. He curls over me, seated deep as he brushes my tears away.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” His hips rotate, but it’s slow and shallow, and my thighs won’t stop shaking. “You’ve got so much more to give me, Avery.”
