Page 43 of Wicked Devotion
“Sit,” Logan snarls, and behind me, a chair is dragged back over cheap linoleum. “She’s not a goldfish. You can’t keep her in that godforsaken room 24/7.”
“You were the one who said she’s my responsibility.”
“Need a reminder on who’s in charge? Cause you’ve been acting a bit out of pocket since we got her, sunshine. Keep on overstepping your boundaries like this, and you’ll see where it takes you. Want a hint?”
Logan strokes over my cheek, and when I lean into his touch, a grin flashes over his lips.
“Back to your own room. Without her.”
Max inhales sharply. “I’m sorry,” he backpedals. “I was just worried, that’s all.”
“Lock the door, sunshine. Let’s see how sorry you really are.”
Max gets up from his chair, and I use the opportunity to take Logan deeper. He curses under his breath, his fingers tangling in my hair as he looks down at me, and our eyes meet.
“Little tease,” he mouths before he shifts his hips, and his cock nudges the back of my throat.
Arousal has been running through my veins for what must have been hours and by now, my body is begging for some kind of relief. The type of relief I’m somehow never able to reach, and I’m worried that all this pent-up want is going to explode out of me at some point.
Logan moves his leg, angling it in a way that has the tip of his boot pressing directly against my clit. I moan around his cock, wondering if it’s a punishment for teasing him or a reward.
A reward, my body decides for me.
The regular Lily would be ashamed to grind over someone’s boot hidden underneath a desk, but the current Lily is barely more than a mindless, horny puddle.
“You really need to work on your manners, sunshine. Don’t know if I can allow you to fuck her. It’s just gonna reinforce that awful behavior of yours. Too bad,” Logan says witha sigh. “Would be a shame if I had to tie you up and force you to watch whileIruin her pretty pussy.”
“Shut it,” Max groans, and I hear how a zipper is pulled down.
“Only useful to get her cunt wet and ready for my cock.” Logan’s laugh turns into a growl when I lick up and down his cock.
“Jealous because she wants mine more than yours?” Max says, and I don’t need to see his face to know there’s a cocky grin plastered on it.
“Are you sure about that, sunshine?”
Logan leans forward, pressing my head down at the exact moment he lifts his foot a little, perfectly timed to muffle my moans with his cock.
“She’s going to scream my name over and over. Not yours. But if you remember how to behave like a good boy, I’ll let you lick her clean after I’m done with her.”
“Fuck, Logan,” Max pants, and the sound of skin sliding over skin gets louder. “I promise I’ll be good, please—“
“Poor boy, need your mouth stuffed with cock to think properly?”
Oh shit.
Panic surges through my body a second time today when Logan rolls back with his chair, his hand in my hair, forcing me to move with him.
I’m not proud of the fact that this has more wetness soaking my already drenched panties.
Max gets up from his chair, and I decide to keep my focus on Logan’s cock, but Logan has other plans. His grip on my hair tightens as he pulls me off of him until there’s only a thin string of saliva connecting him to my spit-slick, swollen lips.
“Baby, what a fucking sight.” Max groans, and out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand moving faster.
“Show him what a good pet you are,” Logan demands.
Without hesitation, I take him as deep as I can. The heat inside me is slowly but surely burning me alive, and it turns every second I keep myself from grinding over Logan’s boot into a torturous century.
A desperate moan to my right makes me open my eyes. Logan grins, sliding his tongue over his canines in a way that makes me throw my remaining inhibitions out of the window.
