Page 67 of Pink Poison

His gaze darkens, honing in on mine until Ifeelhim in my head,tamingthe fucked up thoughts that try to escape. “Doll, why don’t you get off of him and we can talk,” Stone coaxes.

Iknowhe means well—they both do. But the toxic mess in my head refuses to accept their softness as the kindness it's meant to be. Instead, the whispers in my head are telling me one thing and one thing only.

They don’t want you anymore.

“No,” Kash bites, his starebeyondlethal. “Blondie needs to hear us out.”

“Kash, man,” Stone groans.

Kash’s fingers dig into my hips punishingly before he pushes me backward over his waist. My eyes widen as my bare ass brushes against something firm and warm. “Doesthatfeel like I don’t want to touch you, sweetheart?” he hisses between his teeth. “Answer me!”

“No.” I swallow.

“Now ask Stone if he still wants to touch you,” he commands, leaving no room for argument.

I look over my shoulder to see the man in question leaning forward on the sofa, his hands fisting over his knees. “Do you still want to touch me?”

His eyes darken, tempting me to lose myself in them. “More than I care to admit, pretty doll,” he rasps.

“Look at me,” Kash redirects and I follow his order. “Attagirl. The question isn’t ifwewant to touch you. It’s ifyouwant us to.”

“I—” The words die on my tongue. Do I want them to touch me, or did I just want to hurt myself with the thought that I was no longer undesirable?

“Youhave the power here, sweetheart,” Kash affirms, removing his hands from my hips.

I track his eyes, searching for something that tells me I was right—that he doesn't want me, but all I find is poorly masked restraint laced with desire.He’s holding back for me, not because of me.Swallowing my pride, I whisper, “I want you to touch me.”

“Where?” He smirks.

“Hands back where they were,” I demand.

“Yes ma’am,” he groans.

His hands find their place at my hips once again, dimpling the flesh as he presses his fingers into me harshly. Inhaling sharply, I lift enough to hover over his exposed length. With a shaky hand, I reach between my legs to push his cock flush to his abdomen before easing back down. His steady exhale at my touch encourages my hips to roll forward to his swollen tip.

Hissing, he pauses my movement. “Did I hurt you?” I ask.

He pushes me back to the base before his shaft twitches against me. “Only in the best of ways, sweetheart. Do it again.”

My cheeks sting with his encouragement, but I follow through with the request. With each roll of my hips, the nerves hidden between my folds tingle with a building pressure. The fabric of my t-shirt rubs against my hardening peaks, stimulating a slickness between us.

“Just like that, Stevie. Use my cock to make yourself feel good,” he groans.

I grind against his heated length harder and faster, bringing us both to the brink from the friction alone. The room tunnels, fading as sparks dance around my peripherals. My breaths shorten into frantic puffs aspanic slowly trickles through me, cruelly dragging me away from my search for pleasure.

“Pretty doll,” Stone snaps, sensing my distress. “Turn around and face me.”

Slowing, I glance down at Kash, seeking confirmation. He smirks, completely unphased that I've stopped moving over him. “It’s up to you, Stevie. Whateveryouwant to do.”

I nod sharply before arranging myself to face Stone, giving Kash an unobstructed view of my ass. His hands find their place over each globe, squeezing firmly before pushing me forward—gliding me from his tip to the base of his shaft.

I suck in a breath of surprise, happy to find I stillwantthis. Stone grunts, seeking my attention. “Keep your eyes on me, Stevie.Watch me.Look at what you're doing to me.” He shucks his pants over his thighs before wrapping his hand around his thick girth. My mouth waters at the sight, at his desire for me. “Like what you see?” he teases, drawing his hand over his shaft.

A breathy moan slips past my lips as I slowly rock back and forth over Kash’s arousal-soaked length. “Yeah, she does,” he strains. “Her sweet pussy is leaking all over my cock.”

His words send me careening over the edge faster than I have time to say anything. Tremors shake my thighs while I ride out the wave, eyes locked on Stone as he pumps his fist over his cock in rhythm. “Naughty girl,” Stone teases. “I don’t remember either of us saying you could come yet.”

“I-I didn’t mean to,” I pant.

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