Page 19 of Freestyle
I can feel the tension and the resistance in her. It’s not just her body, her soul fights against it too. But even shecan’t deny the pleasure that’s coursing through her body, the warmth between her thighs, the desire to let go.
“Do it, Rowyn,” I say, my voice low and husky. “Stroke him. I want to watch.”
She glares at me, a mixture of hate and desire swirling in her violet-gold eyes, but the battle is already won.
As her fingers close around Nix’s cock, a rush of satisfaction courses through me. He groans, his head falling back, as her hands move slowly along his shaft.
“Oh, yeah, just like that,” Nix groans.
She takes me all the way in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. I groan, my hands fisting her hair as her tongue swirls around me, teasing me, taunting me, as if she knows exactly what I need.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
“Yeah, princess. You’re such a dirty little slut for us, aren’t you?” Nix smirks.
Her cheeks burn crimson at his words, her embarrassment only adding fuel to our fire.
“Don’t be embarrassed, little girl,” I purr. “We like it when you’re a good little whore.”
My words make her shudder, and I can’t help but smile. We knew from the first time we saw her that she was a dirty girl, and now we’re finally getting the chance to teach her how much she loves it.
I loosen my grip on her hair while she continues to bob her head. “Now switch. Take Nix in your sweet little mouth.”
Rowyn whimpers, but slowly slides her mouth off me before turning her attention to Nix.
His face is a mixture of lust and something darker, but the moment her lips touch his cock, his eyes close and he groans.
I watch as her tongue slides over his length, licking and teasing him, and my own body responds. I stroke myself slowly, the friction adding to the pleasure, and I have to tighten my grip on the base to keep from coming too soon.
Nix grips her hair, thrusting into her mouth, his head thrown back in ecstasy. She takes him deep, gagging, and the sight is almost enough to make me come undone.
She moves back and forth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks him. Nix’s grunts and Rowyn’s moans fill the air, and the sounds only add fuel to the fire within me.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and the heat and desire I see burning there sends a rush of need through me. I step closer, my cock inches away from her face, and her gaze drops.
“Open up, sunshine,” I murmur, my voice husky with need. She obeys, her lips parting, and I slide my tip into her waiting mouth. The sensation of her tongue on my heatedskin is almost too much, and I have to fight to keep myself under control.
“Join in, Nix,” I groan, needing us to touch. He complies and forces his head into her warm mouth. Our dicks rub together, and the feeling of him fuels my desire.
“Oh, fuck. That feels good,” Nix moans, and I know he’s on the edge, just like me. Rowyn’s hands are everywhere, sliding up and down our lengths, stroking us while her mouth sucks and licks. We’re so close that we’re panting, the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode.
And then, the sensation becomes too much. My body shudders, and I’m coming all over her face, Nix right behind me. Rowyn gags but doesn’t stop, continuing to suck and lick until there’s nothing left.
I’m spent and satisfied. Rowyn is still kneeling between us, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
In one swift motion, I pull her up and crash my lips down on hers, tasting myself on her tongue. For a brief moment, she stiffens, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. But then, something shifts. Her lips soften under mine, and I can feel her respond, the fire igniting between us.
When I finally pull back, I look into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret. Instead, I see a mixture of defiance andthrill.
“What was that for?” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Just a reminder of who’s in control here,” I reply, my tone teasing yet serious. “And a little taste of what happens when you play with fire.”
Phoenix’s hands travel down her body, his fingers teasing her nipples. She moans, arching into his touch. Her silky blonde hair shines in the moonlight, making her look angelic.
“I didn’t ask to play with your fire. You’re both assholes,” she admits breathily, evidence of the rush of emotions swirling around us.
I can’t help but chuckle at her boldness still, after what we made her do. “Oh, but you’re here now, aren’t you? You can’t deny there’s a spark between us,” I reply, leaning in, my tone teasing.
