Page 41 of Single Mom's Undoing
They are the easiest words to ever roll off my tongue.
We look into each other’s eyes for a long, heady moment. And then our lips crash again, our tongues clashing. Four bodies, skin on skin, tangled and burning hot as we melt into each other.
I feel Damon’s tongue drawing a line down my nape.
Jace’s teeth nip at my shoulder while his hand slips between my legs.
Carter kisses me, hard, furious, his index and thumb pinching my nipple until the sweet sting travels and spreads to my core, igniting every nerve. The control I barely had a hold of in the first place is gone.
“On your knees, baby,” Carter commands me.
“What?” I ask, dazed and aroused beyond any sense.
“On your knees.”
I kneel on the soft carpet, and the three of them get in front of me.
I stroke Carter and Jace’s hard cocks with slow moves, tightening my grip at the base. Over and over, a rhythm builds asthe men watch me, as I look into each of their eyes while I wrap my lips around Damon’s cock, tasting the precum on the tip of my tongue. I suckle the head with growing hunger, while he runs his fingers through my hair.
When it’s Jace’s turn, I relax the back of my throat and let him go all the way in, reveling in the sound of his grunts as he thrusts himself deeper.
“Open wide, baby,” Carter says as he takes over. I quicken my strokes on Damon and Jace while Carter holds my head firmly and thrusts into my mouth.
By the time I catch my breath again, I feel my hot juices trickling down my thighs. I’m so aroused I can barely function, turning into sizzling putty in their hands.
Carter shoves a hand in my hair as he pulls me back up to my feet. I lean against him, my breasts pressed to his broad, muscular chest. Jace’s hand slips between my thighs, his fingers finding me primed and desperately ready.
“Fucking hell,” he snarls.
“I’m yours,” I moan as Jace’s fingers probe my entrance.
“Ours,” Damon corrects.
“I want you,” I manage, quivering and struggling to remain upright as a ball of tension unfurls in the pit of my stomach. “All of you.”
“Careful what you wish for,” Carter warns me. “You’re going to get it, but on one condition.”
I remain still as Jace’s fingers tease my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. He keeps me there, in a desperate limbo.
“Anything,” I beg. “Just take me.”
“You’re not leaving us again,” Carter says matter-of-factly.
“I–I won’t…”
Jace flicks my clit harder and faster, once again making the blood rush to my head. “Say it,” he growls. “Say it.”
“I’m not leaving you again. Oh, god, don’t stop!”
But he does.
And I cry out in genuine frustration, holding on to Damon and Carter’s sculpted shoulders as Jace removes his hand and slaps my ass. I welcome the sting, my pussy clenching in sweet agony as they edge me until I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m not leaving you again,” I tell Carter, then look at Damon and Jace. “I promise.”
“We’re going to hold you to it,” Damon replies.
Carter allows himself a subtle smile as he pulls me over to the sofa. Showering me with kisses, the men take their positions.
