Page 46 of Boy of Ruin
“Open your mouth, Luce,” Maverick says softly, a smirk pulling on his lips. He has circles under his eyes, and I know he was tripping, too, and I think maybe he still is with that glassy look in his blue irises.
But he has to know I can’t do this.
I can’t live without her.
And she’s pregnant.
She’s pregnant with my baby…
Unless it’s fucking his.
My eyes narrow, rage surging through me as I try to sit up again, but with Mav on my chest, holding down my arms, and Ella on my lower half, I can’t fucking move.
“We have to fucking find her!” I scream at him, but he just lifts his hips, leans over, and pushes his dick into my mouth at the same time I feel Ella’s tight pussy sliding down my cock after she pulls my pants all the way off.
Fuck.
I think about biting Maverick, but he grips my jaw, staring down at me with narrowed eyes. “She’ll be okay. She’s my sister. I won’t let her get hurt.” Ella moans behind him and I see her hands coming over his shoulders, her nails digging into his shirt as she uses him as leverage to ride me.
She feels so good.
My eyes nearly roll back in my head as Maverick says, “She’s safe, Luce. Let us take care of you, okay?”
Ella rides me faster, the entire bed shaking as she does, and Maverick seems angry as he thrusts his cock into my mouth, making me gag.
She left me.
I try to hold onto that thought.
She…left me.
But with the taste of Maverick in my mouth, his cock hitting down my throat, and Ella’s tight, wet pussy clenching around me, I can’t think.
I can’t do anything but feel.
Maverick shifts his hips as he fucks my mouth. “Fuck, Luce,” he groans, drool dripping from the corners of my mouth as I stare up at him, barely able to breathe. “You’re so good at this.”
Warmth rushes through me with his words, with him dominating me, Ella making me feel like a fucking god.
But she moans again, calling Maverick’s name even though it’s my fucking dick she’s riding.
Maverick must see something in my eyes because he smirks down at me, his cock still lodged in my throat, saliva dripping down the sides of my mouth, my chest heaving beneath him straddling me.
“Oh, now you want to act like the big boy that you really are?” he taunts me, but he pulls his dick out of my mouth, traces his thumb over my lips, his hands planted by my head as he leans over me. “That was good, lover boy, but I think my girl can do better.” Before I can say anything, he’s off the bed, watching as Ella rides me, her fingers digging into my hips as she bites her lip.
Mav leans down, takes her nipple in his mouth, tugging with his teeth.
One of her hands finds his hair, digging in as she moans and my hands come to her inner thighs, gripping her hard enough to bruise as she rides me.
Maverick’s hand is around his dick, stroking himself as he releases Ella’s nipple with a pop. He grabs her breast, hard, and she moans his name. His mouth comes to hers as my thumbs brush against her pussy lips as she rides me faster, wrapping her arm around his neck to balance herself.
“You like fucking my best friend, pretty girl?” he whispers against her mouth before he devours her, his tongue down her throat. He pulls away and she whimpers, letting go of me and grabbing her breast, riding me faster.
I push a finger into her, beside my cock, and she moans his name again.
I’m getting kind of tired of that shit.
He grabs her throat, lifts her chin and her green eyes are locked on his like she’s worshipping him even as I’m the one fucking her. “Yeah, you like him filling you up?” He presses her lips together as he squeezes her face. “You’re a dirty little whore, pretty girl.” He spits in her mouth, then bites her lip, releasing her throat, his fingers coming to her clit, so close to my own inside of her.
