Page 113 of Triple Pucked
When Robyn’s weight is lifted from my back, it’s a struggle to follow her order and not look around or at least say something.
Where has she gone?
I miss her with a desperate longing.
“Good boy,” Robyn murmurs.
Why does it sound like she’s underneath the table?
I startle, when nails scratch up the front of my calves.
I blink the sweat out of my eyes, keeping my gaze fixed on the endless blue sea of the baize.
Why is Robyn underneath the table?
Then I feel a cool tongue curling around my cock, and I understand.
I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood in order not to call out her name.
Robyn, Robyn, Robyn, I chant in my mind.
I tremble, dropping my forehead onto the table, as her clever mouth gets to work on my cock with kitten licks around the head and then up and down my shaft. Finally, I battle not to hump my hips, as my cock is sucked into a warm heat, relentlessly in and out.
I moan.
My phone vibrates with another message.
I grit my teeth.
Through the mindless pleasure that is building in my balls and heating my skin, I still turn my head to stare at the phone.
What will happen if I admit to D’Angelo that I lied about Blythe? That I’ve been receiving messages from her, which I have been keeping secret in order to protect my new family from her?
Yet that wasn’t bloody enough for Blythe, was it?
She still tried to trip me on the ice.
She still came to Freedom.
Sixteen messages…
I flinch.
The heavenly wet heat and suction around my cock, while nimble fingers play with my balls and up and down my sensitive thighs, are driving me relentlessly toward an orgasm.
I shake my head.
I feel filthy having Blythe in my thoughts, while Robyn is touching me.
One woman is a monster who wants to break me, while another is the goddess who I willingly worship because she’d never break me.
Will Blythe contact the press, if I don’t reply to her messages?
I take a steadying breath.
If she sends twenty or more messages to me, then I’ll take the punishment.
Somehow, bargaining with myself like this, allows some of my anxiety to spill out of me.
