Page 53 of Judgment Day

“Our sweet little bird is already wet,” he said, looking at me but speaking to Linc.

Bird.Of course. He’d called me dove twice already. Lincoln called me Songbird. This was his way of weaving us together, of making metheirs.

“See how she’s soaked through her panties?” Grey continued, and Lincoln groaned. “Do you need to come, sweet dove?”

More than anything. I was starved for it.

I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed, and Grey smiled, a hint of a smirk pulling on his lips.

Lincoln walked over and closed the door. And then he came back and sat in the chair next to the bed. His silent act of permission suddenly made everything not only feel good, but now it also feltright. It felt like the storm had settled, and the sun was peeking from behind the clouds.

My body jolted at the sensation of Grey’s touch. My gaze shot to where he was rubbing his fingertip along the wet seam of my pussy through my panties, up and down, up and down. And then he cupped me there, his whole hand taking possession. My body heated, and my nipples went tight at the way he looked at me, like he was thinking of all the ways he wanted to tear me apart, then put me back together.

My eyes scanned his body, all lean muscle and tight lines. There was a dusting of dark hair over his tanned chest that only added to his raw masculinity. That same hair made a trail from his belly button to the top of his pants, where the waist hung low, revealing more trimmed, dark hair and the promise of something virile.

“Are you ready, sweet girl?”

The way he said it reminded me of the age difference between us, of the different levels of authority, but it wasn’t demeaning. I didn’t feel like a girl right now. I felt like a woman.

“Yes,” I said, swallowing. All the waiting. All the aching and longing. The emotional torment. It was all over now.

His hands skated over my body, from my knees down the inside of my thighs. His thumbs brushed my pussy lips, and my entire body flushed with heat. He ducked his head between my legs, pressing a kiss to that place where my leg met my hip, that smooth little divot in between body and bliss. Then he ran his nose along my slit, over my panties. Then his tongue.

I moved my hips, a subtle plea formore. Grey chuckled against me, the sound a deep rumble vibrating my core, consuming me with an ache so fierce I wanted to cry.

This wasn’t untamed passion. It was a slow burn, an all-consuming blaze that started on the inside and scorching its way out—a volcano on the verge of eruption.

I turned my head and faced Linc. His fingers gripped the arm of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white. That tiny muscle in his jaw flexed every time he clenched his teeth. The outline of his thick erection pressed through his shorts. He’d waited long enough. He’d proved my point. He wasn’t the selfish man Grey believed him to be.

“Come here,” I said to him.

He immediately stood up and walked over to the bed, stopping at the edge in front of my face. I reached out and stroked his cock through his pants. He tipped his head back with a groan. Grey lifted my hips and tugged my panties off. And then his mouth was backthere, his plump lips against my smooth skin, his tongue on my wet flesh.

I stroked Lincoln’s cock once more, then pulled his shorts off his hips. His erection jutted out as soon as it was freed, heavy and thick with veins. His crown was dark and wide, making the piercing all that more intimidating. Quick, like lightning, his hand was in my hair, fisting and pulling my mouth to him.

“Is this what you wanted, Songbird? My cock between your lips?”

I answered by leaning forward and running my tongue over the tip, lapping up the pearls of precum. He gave my hair a sharp tug, and my mouth opened in a gasp. He used that moment to slide between my lips, over my tongue, and to the back of my throat. Grey nipped my clit with his teeth, and tiny bursts of pleasure exploded all over my body. Linc drove himself deeper. Harder. Faster. Fucking my throat like a savage beast. Tears gathered in my eyes, stinging, burning. He slid out to the tip, allowing me to take a gasp of air before ramming back in. Trails of saliva pooled out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. The tears finally spilled over my cheeks. I was writhing and rolling my hips against Grey’s face, whining and moaning on Linc’s cock. I threaded my fingers in Grey’s hair, pulling him closer. Deeper. He circled my hole with his tongue, then plunged it inside, fucking me with it the way Linc fucked my mouth. It was as though my entire body was covered in strings being pulled tighter and tighter until the tension was too much. They were about to snap. I felt the vibration of it on every inch of my skin.

And then Linc growled, deep and fierce, as he pulled out to the tip. “I’m going to come all over this pretty mouth so that when he looks at you, he sees me.”

I looked up at him.Do it, I said with my eyes.

Grey shoved two fingers inside my pussy—or maybe three. I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that it stretched and filled me and brought me to the brink of insanity. His mouth worked my clit, sucking it between his teeth, then teasing it with his tongue. He fucked me with his fingers and his mouth, and I fucked back, shamelessly rocking against him, chasing the pressure that was building, building, building.

At the same moment Lincoln pulsed and throbbed and came in my mouth, I tumbled over the edge with violent, earth-shattering shudders. It was almost poetic, how my body overflowed with pleasure at the same time his cum spilled over my tongue and trickled out of my mouth.

I wiped the sides of my mouth with my index finger and thumb, holding Lincoln’s intense gaze as he caught his breath.

“I think you need to be fucked, don’t you, little dove?” Grey said, running a finger over my still-sensitive clit.

I squeezed my thighs together at the sensation of pain and pleasure.

He pulled my knees apart again. “Is that what you want?”

I nodded, wordless.

“Say it.” He rose to his feet and stood over me. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

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