Page 63 of Gift from the Source
My world stops as the slip of satin hits the ground when she finishes talking.
Fuck me. I’m not going to have to touch myself.
She’s going to finish me off just standing there in all her glory.
She slowly pushes herself up on the bed and I hang my head, groaning as her legs part. The sight of her glistening pussy open like that is just begging for me to feast on it.
I watch her hand trail down her body and fuck, I want it to be mine.
We all do. We all take a step forward the second her finger slips to her clit.
“Don’t make me restrain you, boys,” she pants as she pulls her hand away. “Be good and I’ll let you have what you all want.”
My breaths come fast as her finger dips back down into my dessert.
The faster her finger moves, the faster my chest and dick rise.
“Pump those fingers into that greedy pussy, little warrior. Let us see what we’re missing,” Tillman says and I grunt.
“Shut the fuck up,”I growl at him.
I’m already on the edge. I can’t take much more.
Her pleasure is my undoing. It belongs to me.
On my face. My tongue. My fingers. My cock.
It’s mine.
She listens to him, though.
Her finger disappears inside of her and her head falls back on a moan that shakes my spine.
“Come lick it off, dragon,” she orders.
I growl as I pounce.
I hold her wrist in a death grip, fearful she may take it from me.
My hum vibrates through her as the taste of her explodes across my tongue. It’s my favorite fucking flavor. I need her to let me feast on it.
“Soon. You all can take turns cleaning me up once I’m done.”
Between the sexual confidence pouring off her and those sexy-ass commands coming from her sweet lips, I’ll make myself wait until the end of time if she tells me to.
My brothers crowd in closer as we stare down at her.
The four of us can’t decide if we want to watch her face as she pleasures herself or watch her finger work her pussy.
“I’ll never do that shit again,” Cas groans.
“No, the fuck you won’t,” Corentin says.
Cas’s eyes are dark as he stares down at her. His shadows swirl around him, but he’s following her rules.
“What’s wrong, Cas? Is it too much?” She moans.
“Yes, Primary, it is. You’re keeping our fucking drug from us. Can’t you see how we’re all at your feet, feening for a little taste?”
