Page 51 of Bitter Rivals (Bitterwood Elites)

I back up about ten feet and stare. “Crawl to me, doll. Crawl on your fucking hands and knees, and once you get to my feet, I want you kneeling with your hands behind your head and my dick stuffed down your throat. Then you’re gonna suck me hard until you choke on my cum. Nod if you understand.”

Her head bobs up and down in acquiesce, and Cash sits up to watch, his dick in his hand. But she doesn’t move quick enough and I’m getting increasingly impatient.

“I said,crawl!”

Remi shifts into position, her tits swaying below her as she slowly inches towards me. I stop her about halfway with a raised palm.

“Now, lower your face to the ground and reach behind yourself. Keeping your ass in the air, I want you to spread yourself apart for Cashel. Let him see your wet fucking pussy and your dirty little asshole. Go on.”

Remington’s cheeks flush as she rests against the cold, tile floor, and like an obedient slave, she reaches back with shaking hands to separate her ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” Cash groans, hooded eyes glued to Remington’s dripping cunt.

“Stay,” I order, patting her on the head as I join Cash and try to memorize the vision in front of me, desperate to burn the picture into my brain.

My eyes bulge at the fucking glorious sight before me—god, I could masturbate to this image for the rest of my life and never get sick of it.

“Wider,” Cash growls. “Spread your legsmore. That’s it.”

Remi is following orders more obediently than before, her pussy clenching before my eyes with her swollen lips revealing the pretty pink parts of her cunt.

Cash leans in and dips a finger in her, slowly fucking her drenched core. “Tell me how it feels, lassie. Tell me how much you like my finger buried inside you.”

Cash’s accent thickens, the Irishman in him arising to the situation—among other things. My little doll moans, wiggling her ass to take more of Cash’s digit, but I won’t have that.

“Cash, discipline her. She’s fucking your finger without permission.”

I hear her suck in a breath as Cashel lands a loud slap on her ass. She releases her backside and her hands smack the ground, fingers digging in as the sting of the spank sets in. Her twin cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red, and Cash rubs a soothing hand over the area.

“Did Bentley say you could let go?” He prompts with delight.

Remington lets out a quiet sob before answering, “No.”

“Then I suggest you spread yourself again. Come on—there’s a good lass.”

The trembling in her hands increases as she pulls herself apart again, and Cash dips his finger inside her once more. I settle in next to him and reach under my sweet doll, gathering her wetness on my finger before gently gliding it over her clit. I know the lack of force is driving her wild as her groans and grunts of frustration grow more pronounced.

“Hold still, doll, while I add my finger next to Cash’s. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours stretch around us both.”

“Holy shit,” she murmurs, fingertips digging into the flesh of her ass as she struggles to maintain the position.

Cash pulls out of her cunt as I sink a finger in, curling the digit to strike that sweet spot inside of her most men don’t care to learn about. Fucking morons. The key to possessing a woman’s soul isn’t through her heart—it’s through her pussy. Most men don’t know how to offer a woman pleasure beyond their wildest dreams, but succeed, and they’ll fall to your feet.

“Oh, god. Oh my fucking god!”

“That’s it. Hold still,” I praise as Remington cries out.

Retracting my finger, Cash dives back inside her pussy before I edge another digit alongside his. Remington gasps and mewls like a tiny kitten, her voice becoming shrill as she begs for more.

“Beautiful,” Cash compliments. “Your pussy takes us both so well, and soon we’ll replace our fingers with our cocks. Would you like that, lassie?”

“Yes!” she shrieks, her entire body wracked with tremors as an orgasm approaches.

Cashel and I find a rhythm, moving our fingers in and out at opposite times while keeping them stuffed inside her. “Come again, doll. Come on our fingers. Let us hear you unravel.”

He punctuates his command by reaching forward with his other hand to pinch her clit and Remington screams, her entire body shuddering as her cunt squeezes the life out of our fingers. My doll comes—hard.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I hum in absolute appreciation, working my fingers slower until her legs give way and she collapses to her side, breathing hard. “But we’re still not done. That’s twice you’ve come without us getting off—and I don’t know about you, Cash, but I need something warm to sink my dick in.”

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