Page 72 of Beautiful Revenge

“How long will they be out?” I ask Dylan after we’ve secured them to the wooden workbenches in the shed.

Handy. I was just going to tie them to a chair, but this opens up so many possibilities.

“Maybe half an hour?” he says after checking his watch.

I bite my lip, checking them out as desire surges through me.

“Oh, she has that look,” Devon chuckles.

“I need you,” I admit, moving to stand in front of him.

He pulls me into his arms, kissing me like he’s starved for me. He nips my bottom lip, groaning, before moving his tongue into my mouth.

I moan into him, running my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck as he squeezes my ass.

“Jesus,” Dylan says. “Are we really going to have sex right here?” he questions, making me pull back from Devon.

“You can make love to me against the wall,” I say, pulling away and walking over to him.

He looks down at me, heat clear in his gaze. “You want me to make love to you right here against the wall?” he asks, smirking as his arm wraps around my waist.

“Please,” I whisper, pushing my body against his.

“What if they wake up?” he asks.

Devon snorts. “I’ll make sure they don’t see anything. Just don’t take forever and you should be fine,” he says.

I look over at him. “What about you? There’s no way we can both be with her before they wake up.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He smirks. “I’ll fuck the adrenaline out of her while she’s covered in blood.”

I moan, not caring how fucked up it is that we both find it a turn on. “Yes, please.”

Devon barks out a laugh as Dylan shakes his head, moving his hands to the waist of my leggings and pushing them down my hips.

Kneeling down, he helps me take them off. He tosses them at Devon before gripping my hips in his hands and burying his nose in my pussy.

“Shit,” I groan as his nose nudges my clit.

“You always smell so goddamn good,” he says, pulling his head back.

He grips my hips tighter and flicks his tongue against my clit as Devon moves behind me to kiss my neck.

“Oh, God,” I groan, whimpering when his hands cup my chest.

“You don’t think he’s going to let you cum on his face with so little time, do you, babe?” Dev whispers in my ear, nipping it with his teeth.

I try to move my hips and grind on Dylan’s face, but he pulls back. “We don’t have time for multiple orgasms, princess,” Dylan coos, standing up to kiss me hard.

The taste and smell of my arousal on him notches my desire higher. “Dyl, please make love to me,” I whisper into his mouth, and I feel him smile against me.

“I’d love to.” He grabs hold of me as Devon lets go, then bends down to pick me up under the ass. My legs immediately go around him.

Dylan walks us to the door of the shed, gently easing my back against it. “Take me out, Brie,” he rasps, grinding his dick against me and making me gasp.

“Yes,” I moan, running my hands down his stomach until I reach his belt.

I fumble with the belt a little before getting it and his jeans undone. Reaching into his pants, he hisses as I take him in my hand.

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