Page 9 of Freestyle
“Get on the bed, Rowyn,” Gray demands, rubbing my clit and slapping my pussy aggressively, causing me to jump in shock. “On your back.”
“Wow, and here I thought you were a gentleman.” I roll my eyes as I step toward the bed.
Gray catches my arm and twists me around as he pulls my chin up to meet his gaze. “There’s nothing gentle about me, sunshine. The sooner you realize that, the better your outcome.”
Just like I thought. These Sharks think they are god’s giftto women.
I push away from Gray and hop on the mattress in time to see them begin to strip. Gray and Phoenix toss their shirts to the floor, and I’m momentarily stunned by the sheer amount of perfection heading toward me.
Gray is a striking figure, exuding an air of unwavering confidence that commands attention. He stands tall, with a muscular build that speaks to his strength and physical prowess. His sandy blond hair, styled in a way that gives him a playful, carefree look complements his tanned skin, which glows under the dim light. This combination accentuates the definition of his muscles as he moves, making him all the more captivating. His seductive brown eyes draw you in with a mix of intensity and allure.
One of his most intriguing features is the snake tattoo that coils around his arm, starting at his wrist and winding its way up, a symbol of his wild and untamed nature. This tattoo, combined with his commanding presence, adds an edge to his persona, hinting at a darker, more mysterious side. Gray’s demeanor is cool and indifferent at times, but when he decides to exert his authority, there’s an undeniable strength in his voice and actions that leaves you breathless and wanting more.
Phoenix is a bit more built, with a hint of danger oozing from his pores. He has a cocky smile plastered on his face as his seductive green eyes lock on mine. He’s got that ‘fuck boy’ look down to perfection with that sexy, dirty smirk. He’s not as tall as Gray, but his presence fills the room. His hair is dark, short, and tousled with that messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look that makes you wonder if he just came, or if he’s ready to fuck. His eyes are dark and piercing with a devilish glint in them. He’s got a chiseled jaw that’s covered in a light dusting of stubble, and his lips are full and pouty, always ready to spew his next insult or throw out his next challenge, I’ve come to learn.
Phoenix’s tattoos are a complete contrast to the clean cut, preppy boy look. He is a bad boy and he knows it. His jaw clenches as his gaze roams over my body. Phoenix is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His arms are lined with tattoos, and his chest is covered in them as well. He is a masterpiece, and I want to explore every inch of him, even though my mind is screaming at me not to.
They drop their pants and both of their long and thick cocks are hard and standing straight up, the tips red and swollen. My heart stutters and I feel my breaths coming faster. They’re fucking huge, and I can’t pull my eyes away. Both of them are walking sex gods.
“Legs spread wide, sweetheart, so I can see that gorgeous cunt of yours dripping wet for us,” Nix orders. “I want you to finger-fuck yourself, Rowyn,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. “Make yourself come.”
Desire outweighs embarrassment as my fingers dip inside my slick pussy, making them groan. I rub my clit, feeling the pressure build, the tingles running through my body like lightning bolts. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel empowered.
“Can I come?” I groan.
“She’s already learning, Gray,” Nix announces with a smirk.
“Please,” I pant, pleading for more, desperate for them to both touch me.
“We told you that you’d beg,” Nix replies, blowing on my clit teasingly, the sensation making my juices drip down my inner thighs.
“We’re going to break you and make you beg for more,” he promises, the wickedness in his voice sending another thrill through me. “You’ll do everything we say—or you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.” His strong hands hold my hips steady as he leans down and licks up my center.
“You taste so sweet, little girl. Does this pussy belong to us?” Phoenix looks up at me, his gaze demanding compliance.
“Fuck you. I have a name, you know,” I spit out, glaring defiantly at him.
Gray’s hand quickly finds my chin, forcing me to look into his searing eyes.
“That’s the wrong answer,” he tsks.
Nix shoves his fingers inside me, pumping in and out, his rhythm making me gasp.
“Answer me, little girl. Do we own this pussy?” he demands, curling his finger against my g-spot.
My toes curl, and a moan escapes me.
Gray grabs my wrists in a firm hold and pins me to the mattress, then he leans in just a breath away from my lips and whispers, “Are you going to do as you’re told, or do we have to tie you up?” His voice is thick with desire.
I nod, too exhausted to respond verbally, wanting nothing more than to submit.
“That’s not an answer, sunshine,” Nix growls.
He spanks my clit and I cry out, “I’ll do as you ask. You own this pussy,” I pant, even if it’s just for the night. I’d probably agree to anything at this point just to find the release I so desperately need.
“That’s right, baby girl. This pussy is ours tonight. Now, be a good girl and come all over me,” Phoenix murmurs as he pumps a third finger inside me and sucks on my clit.
Gray releases my wrists, allowing me to dig my fingers into the sheets.
