Page 25 of Dirty Little Convict
“So…” I turn to Molly and frown at the anxious look on her face.
“You okay?” I press. She nibbles on her bottom lip and nods, but I can tell a question is burning inside her. “Spit it out!”
“Any chance you guys are into voyeurism?" I choke on my spit.
“Come again?” I squeak out.
She turns a bright shade of red and shrugs her shoulders. “It was just a thought.”
“Lay it out for me, Lollie.”
“You get to watch us and we get to watch you guys, no touching of the others just our own guys.” I look back at the six of them sitting in the tub and grin.
“You keep your hands off my guys and I’ll do the same. Your guys can’t touch me and mine can’t touch you?”
She smiles wide and nods excitedly. “Deal.” I tip back my glass of bourbon, then yank my shirt over my head. I can feel my guys staring at me. I face them with a sinister smirk. I spot Molly’s guys watching her with a hungry look as the both of us put on a little strip tease. Not once do any of the guys peak where they shouldn’t, they only have eyes for their own girl and I fucking love that.
Molly interlocks her fingers with mine and leads me through the back door toward the hot tub, where all the guys sit wearing hungry looks.
“We’re about to try something and as much as you are going to hate it, Molly and I are calling the shots,” I announce.
“Baby, you call whatever the fuck you want as long as you bring that pussy over here and sit on my face.” I shoot Hux a wink and step into the tub with Molly at my side.
Forgivness is for fucking pussies. I don’t want the Father above to fogrive me for shit because I have no damn regrets, and will continue to sin every-fucking-day if it means I get to keep getting my brains fucked out by my guys.
