Page 11 of Accepted Precedent
Andrew huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be tasked with hiding your toys.”
Her gaze snaps to him as she seethes, “You wouldn’t.”
“I think it’s time I teach your fiancée a lesson.”
Andrew has always trusted me with his body—he’s always been mine. It’s different with Evie. I’m consumed with the need to mark her, claim her, own her pleasure.
“Be gentle, she doesn’t know what she’s asking for.” He leans in and kisses my shoulder. “I’m going to check in with Aisling about breakfast, and I’ll have someone clean up your bathroom.”
I keep Evie’s hands pinned with one of mine as I grip the front of his throat, pulling him closer. “After breakfast, you’re mine. Then we’re meeting with a few lawyers and a media team.” I glance down to his cock leaking precum through his boxer briefs. “On second thought…” I kiss him, teasing the seam of his lips with my tongue, then slide my hand lower and grip his cock through the fabric. He hisses against my lips, and I groan at the sound, needing both of them. It’s irrational and impossible to ask for more than owning their pleasure, but I’ve always been a greedy arsehole. “Your fiancée is going to see what happenswhen she behaves. If she’s our good girl, she won’t come until you do.”
“What about you?” He gasps as his cock thickens in my hand.
“I’ll fill her before she dares to find her own release.” I slide my cock out of her perfect cunt as Andrew sits back, stripping off his underwear. Flipping Evie onto her stomach, I lift her hips and palm her arse, resisting the urge to leave a bright red handprint. “You’re going to be my good fucking girl and wait.” Her cunt is glistening, begging me to taste her. Yesterday wasn’t enough, and I drive two fingers in, curling right where she needs me—only for a moment. Dragging them out, I bring them to my mouth, and I’m fucking drunk on the taste.
“Please,” she begs, her voice laced with lust and desperation.
“Not yet, my greedy little minx. I warned you; he comes before you do.”
I press a soft kiss to her arse, then take Andrew’s cock in my hand before lowering my mouth to it. He throbs against my palm as I lick around the tip, swiping away beads of precum with my tongue. The mix of the two of them is fucking perfection, and I need to find a way to keep both of them after today—even if it feels impossible. Taking him deep, I massage with firm pressure along his length and tease with small flicks as I slide back up.
My eyes catch on a small movement under Evie. She quickly looks away, dropping her hand from her soaked cunt. The little brat couldn’t help herself, but if she’s going to test me, she needs to see for herself what happens when she doesn’t listen. I pull off Andrew but keep my fist wrapped around him, stroking from base to tip with a firm grip.
“What did I say, angel?”
“You said I couldn’t come. You didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself. After all, I thought you said you’d make me come without fucking me.”
“That was before you decided you weren’t going to be my good girl.” Continuing to fuck Andrew with my hand, I lift the other and bring it down to Evie’s arse with a crack. She sighs a moan as she bites down on the pillow, and I should’ve known she’d enjoy a bit of pain. “Do that again, and you won’t be coming for a week.” She meets my eyes, and they’re fucking sparkling with intrigue as she slides her hand between her legs again. Ignoring her attempts for attention, I don’t give in—my good boy should be my focus. “Where do you want to come, baby?”
“Wherever you want,” he moans as I stroke faster, massaging his heavy balls. I steal a glance at Evie, and for once, she’s behaving, not touching herself as she watches me work. His breaths are uneven, and I can’t resist another taste. Keeping my eyes on her, I wrap my lips around his tip, swirling my tongue and fisting tighter with each stroke until he comes for me.
Andrew’s moans and curses fill the room as spurts of his release hit the back of my throat. I do my best to keep most of it on my tongue. He collapses further onto the mattress, and as I pull off him, I spit his cum onto my cock, making Evelyn gasp.
Since my new favorite toy enjoys pain a bit too much, I don’t indulge her. “Spread your legs for me, angel.” I press inside her with ease, and she breathes a relieved sigh as I settle inside her. A sweet smile paints her face, and I praise, “You were such a good girl listening to Daddy, patiently waiting when you were aching for this cock.”
I don’t wait for her words, fucking her hard and fast, the wet slaps of the mess we’re making echoing off the walls.Andrew keeps his voice low and soothing as he holds her hand, reminding Evie to breathe. “If it’s too much, he’ll stop. Just say the word.”
“Harder,” she groans, and I grip her hips tighter, giving her exactly what she’s craving—what we both are. It’ll leave bruises, and something feral in me loves that she’ll be reminded of this morning for days. No man will be able to touch her unless they’ve been vetted by me and Andrew, and I smile at the thought. If I have it my way, she’ll only be ours.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I can’t hold on any longer, needing to paint the inside of her cunt and claim her as mine. She meets my thrusts, and it’s my undoing, coming harder than I have in recent memory—even with Andrew. As I struggle to catch my breath, I sit on my heels, bringing Evie with me, her back flush to my chest as I spill every last drop inside her. Tugging gently on one of her nipple piercings, I slide my other hand between her legs to tease her slippery clit.
“Ready to come on my cock, angel?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, melting into me.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It takes me by surprise, expecting her usual fight, and tamp down a growl threatening to escape my chest. “That’s my good fucking girl. Show me with your cum how much you love being filled by both of us.”
“You better be on birth control, Evie,” Andrew chuckles, sliding off the bed. “Or there’s a real chance you could be calling bothof us Daddy.” He rounds the bed and kisses me goodbye before leaving to get changed in our room.
“I… I didn’t mean it”
“Yes, you did. Let me take care of you.” I pepper soft kisses on her shoulder up to her neck. Unable to help myself, I draw her sweet skin into my mouth and suck hard, leaving behind a bright red bruise and teeth marks. She may be marrying Andrew, but right now, she’s fucking mine.
The sheets are soaked with a mix of the three of us. None of this is just sex, as Andrew suggested. She’s giving herself to me willingly, letting me own this piece of her, and in turn, I’m hers. I’ve been so worried about Andrew falling for her, but if she married me instead, I’d be more than in love with her—she’d be my whole fucking world.
