Page 44 of Filthy Rich Daddies
“Yes.” There’s no debate in her voice.
Game on.
We have to be careful of her bruises—that asshole did a number on her. But we’re not quitters. I slide the socks off first, followed by her underwear. The material is stretchy, which gives me an idea.
“You want to play, sweets?”
“Please. Anything to distract me.”
I use her underwear to bind her wrists together. A belt makes a perfect strap to tie her bound hands to the bedpost, and I lay her diagonally across the bed. “Alright, boys. Time to eat.”
We devour her, thighs, stomach, tits, ribs, mouth, anything and everywhere until she’s squirming for us. She tastes so sweet, and her skin smells like honey. I can’t get enough.
It’s made all the worse when I twirl my tongue around her clit. Fuck, I’ve missed the taste of her, and even more, the sound of her when she comes. I thought I’d exaggerated it in my memory, but no. Every sound is more delicious than the last.
“Oh my god,” she says as she arches her back. “Please, one of you, all of you?—”
I thrust my fingers into her pussy, two, then three, making her dance for me. “That’s what you need, sweets?”
“I needyou!”
“You have me.”
“You know what I mean,” she blurts.
“Use your words, pet,” Dean says between bites on her nipples. “Use your filthy words.”
She squirms until she can’t take it anymore. “I need your cock!”
I take a long lick of her pussy, satisfied that she finally said it. “Tell me something, sweets. You’ve been thoroughly exposed to what we have to offer. Do you still want to use condoms?”
She quickly shakes her head. “No.”
The first time I ever had sex, it was without a condom. I got a lot of flack from my brothers about that—risking the family legacy, all that bullshit. This will be the second time, only now, I don’t think they’ll care.
I kiss my way up her body, unable to think straight at all. Her heat has intoxicated me. When I reach her beautiful face, I take my time to kiss her there too. She spreads her legs around me, welcoming me into her body an inch at a time. I sink into hot, wet bliss and lose myself in the primal urge.
She arches back, her head digging into the mattress and exposing the column of her throat. I take a bite as I drive myself deeper, and she shudders around me. It’s not long before I feel her quivering, her breaths ragged and deep as her cheeks turn red.
“Just like that, sweets. My bare cock is making you come. I can feel it.” I grab a leg and throw it over my hip to open her wider as I add a little twist at the end of my thrust. She barks a shocked sound from the change, then her body tenses. “Right there?”
She can’t speak. Only nod.
I keep at her until she shatters on me, gushing on my cock as she comes. The hot rush travels through me until I’m coming too, right inside of her. My breath gusts over her, blowing her hair from her face before I kiss her harder, mindlessly.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re perfect, sweets.”
She sucks my thumb into her mouth, then locks eyes with me. This girl, even now, is pure mischief.
But I’m not alone. “I’ll be back.” I kiss her forehead and pull out, rolling aside as Tic takes my place. We’ve never done this, though I’ve wanted to. The idea of filling a girl full of us…it just does something for me.
He isn’t as gentle as I was—there’s a need behind his expression that I understand on a deeper level. He turns her over onto her stomach, still bound. Spooning her as he enters her from behind. That leaves her tits and face vulnerable to Dean’s onslaught. He reaches under her to work her clit as Tic fucks her hard. She’s mewling for us in seconds, her body jolting with impending orgasm.
Maybe it’s the hormones or the stress, but today, she’s on a hair trigger.
Good. She should get all the orgasms she ever wants.
He slams himself deep when he comes, unloading into her soaked hole and adding his own mess. His grunts echo in the room, and I hope none of her friends come to check on her.
