Page 179 of Wanna Play A Game?
Ryder is standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his dark gaze fixed on us.
“Eyes.” Miles’ voice is gritty and full of lust.
I look at him. His eyes bounce back and forth between mine. Then, he reaches his hand between us and pinches my clit.
I come, clenching around his dick tightly, pleasure exploding, then floating through my body.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” Sawyer groans. “What a pretty little obedient slut.”
I open my mouth to argue when Miles steps back from the wall. I cling to him, about to fall. He pulls out of me quickly, and Sawyer grabs me. “On your knees, Cali.”
I turn to face him, but he whirls me around so my back is to him, forcing me onto my hands. “You think you deserve to look at me after you disobeyed? After you ran from us and broke the only rules?”
Sawyer smacks my ass once, the shock going through me. Miles grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Good?”
No more smacks come. I wait, tense, but Miles just waits. They remember that I don’t like to not see. I nod, tears filling my eyes.
“Good tears or bad tears?” Miles asks.
“Good,” I choke out.
More hits come, these ones harder. I stiffen, but take them. The pain flows through me, mixing nicely with the pleasure, sending all my nerve endings buzzing.
I feel Sawyer playing with my asshole, and I automatically clench.
“Oh no.” Sawyer spits on me, rubbing his fingers around my ass. “You don’t get to shut me out. Not anymore.”
He presses a finger into me, and I groan.
“Miles. Eat her.”
“Gladly.” Miles drops down underneath me, and I pause as he grabs my clit in his teeth and yanks.
Smack! “Say, sorry for running, daddy.”
“Fuck you,” I groan.
The bite to my clit makes my entire body jolt. If it weren’t for the two pairs of hands grabbing ahold of me, I would have run.
Smack, smack, smack. Sawyer hits the same spot over and over, causing blooming hot pain to burn on my ass. I look up to see Ryder watching it all. The smacks don’t stop, and I cry out, trying to get away. They don’t let me.
It feels amazing, but I’m missing something. I want Ryder to join.
Ryder tilts his head, slowly reaching his hand down to yank his pants down and pull his dick out. The tip glistens in the faint light, and my mouth waters.
The pain is making my eyes water, and tears drip down my face. He groans.
“What, too cowardly to join in?” I ask.
It’s the wrong move. Or the right one, I don’t know. But Ryder is on me in a flash, yanking my hair back and smacking his massive dick in my face.
“You want to choke on my cock, girl?” His voice is gravely and low. “See how far down my men’s tattoos you can make it?” He yanks again. “Maybe I’ll let you back up for air, maybe not. Brats don’t deserve to breathe.”
Ryder clenches his fingers in my hair, and my mouth parts in a groan. He puts his dick on my tongue.
I take him into my mouth, groaning as his taste fills me. I lick around his head and down his shaft. He groans, tightening his hold on my hair.
Miles and Sawyer continue messing with me, Miles eating and Sawyer using his dick to tease my opening.
