Page 118 of Say My Name

“They can’t touch you, Swan. Only I can, but they want to watch. Is that ok?”

I nod, feeling the arousal forming deep in my core. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He grips my ankle and pulls me down the bed. “I’m going to give them a good show. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I say before he dives between my legs and presses his face against the panel of my panties.

“You smell like sex,” he says, his fingers looping into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my legs. “I’m going to make you scream for these men. Will you scream loudly for them?”

“Yes,” I say, louder than I need to.

“Good girl. My greedy little thing.” He tosses my panties over his shoulder and presses a fervent kiss to the inside of my thigh.

I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning my head to rest against the coolness of the comforter. My hands fly into his hair, pulling him closer to the spot I want him most. “Please,” I beg.

Devereaux lifts his head for a second and says, “Louder, Swan.”

I belt out the word “Yes,” over and over.

His tongue traces my opening and then his mouth clamps down on my clit, making me scream out in pleasure. Lust spirals through me when he grips my thighs, spreading me apart. His tongue traces over my clit and a euphoric pressure builds that threatens to obliterate me.

I open my eyes, watching the men on the other side of the window. A few guys rub themselves through their pants. Another man pulls his dick out and strokes as he watches Devereaux eat me out.

I can’t turn away from the sight of his hand working his dick.

“Let them know how good I’m making you feel,” Devereaux says.

“So good,” I yell out, arching my back off the bed when Devereaux tongue-fucks me.

I can hear the men groan, touching themselves. “How good does she taste?” one man asks.

Another one says, “I bet she tastes like heaven.”

Their words spur me on, and I grind my hips against Devereaux’s face, reaching up to play with my nipples.

“Yeah. Eat her cunt,” a blond man says, pumping his dick and bucking his hips faster, tugging at his length with quick, hard strokes.

Devereaux’s tongue keeps assaulting my pussy, and my body builds toward an epic orgasm. There’s so much going on around me it’s hard to focus on any one thing.

“Her pussy’s so ripe,” one man says, leaning his forehead against the glass, stroking his dick in his hand. “I bet she’s so tight.”

I can’t believe this is happening.

It turns me on, and I’m so close to coming all over Devereaux’s talented tongue.

“Eat that pussy,” another man says, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart pounding.

“She’s about to come. Look at her. She’s going to come all over him,” a man tells another.

“Please don’t stop,” I cry out as my orgasm crashes all around me, my body buzzing like a live wire. I keep riding Devereaux’s face as his fingers push inside me.

My body’s on fire as my orgasm rips right through me. So. Fucking. Good.

“Devereaux,” I call out, wanting him and everyone else to know he’s the reason I’m coming so hard. I keep grinding my body, not wanting to come down from this high.

As soon as my body calms, Devereaux stands, moving to the far wall. “Show’s over.” He flips a switch, and the curtains close, blocking out the men on the other side of the glass.

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