Page 71 of SWAT

“You won’t regret it.” He cupped my face and kissed me, his tongue sweeping for mine.

A small tremor of anticipation wound up my spine. It was three a.m. and I was in some kind of sex cave with four incredible, amazing men, who all made me giddy just thinking about them inside me. This was going to be a great end to a long day.

“Come here.” Ricardo wound his arm around me. “You’re mine to start with.”

I went into his arms, missing Jonathan, but knowing he’d soon be with me again. And I wanted Ricardo desperately. We needed to join and to be as one.

He led me to the bed, and once there turned me to face the others. Slowly, he released the ties on the back of my corset.

It loosened around my ribs and waist and gaped at the back. When it was free, he removed it. My breasts hung heavy, my nipples hard points.

My men stood there, as if reporting for duty, feet wide, thumbs looped over belts, and watching Ricardo and me on the stage.

A tight sigh squeezed from my throat.

“You okay?” Ricardo asked from behind me.

“Yes.”

He slipped his hands around my waist then scooped up my breasts, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. “See how much they adore you.”

I didn’t say anything. My panties were dampening.

“And feel how much I love you.”

“I know you do.”

“And now I’m going to fuck you and they can watch. Will that turn you on, to be watched?”

I hesitated for a moment. “By them, not by anyone else, but my team, yes.”

“Good.” He drew down the zipper on my short skirt. In a second it had shimmied down my legs and pooled at my feet. “We’ll leave the heels on, they’re sexy.”

He led me to the bed.

Excitement was growing inside me. A threesome with Ricardo and Jonathan wasn’t new, but to be watched like this, by Balko and Sean—it made me feel so wanted, so feminine, and so in tune with my men.

Ricardo was kissing me again, his hands wandering.

I clung to his hot, hard shoulders as he lay me down.

As my back hit the cool sheets, his kisses trailed lower. He suckled on each of my nipples, taking them into the warmth of his mouth.

I groaned and speared my hands into his hair. “Ricardo.”

After a minute he slipped lower and between my legs.

I spread my thighs, a tug of longing dragging at my pussy.

“The orgasms are going to start now,” he said. “Put on a good show for the boys.”

And then he parted my labia and licked up my folds. When he reached my clit, he circled it with the point of his tongue.

I didn’t have to put on a show, it felt divine and I threw back my arms and bowed from the bed, a long, low groan leaving my chest.

He continued to work my clit, building up the pressure.

“Inside me,” I panted. “Please.”

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