Page 117 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

I know my voice is rough, strained when I should sound smooth and soft. I can’t help it. There’s a part of me that wants to take this slow. Wait until we have her in a bedroom and do things right like she deserves for days on end, but our woman wears her emotions on her sleeve and the look in her eyes tells me she will not appreciate us throwing on the brakes. That she is nervous, yes, but unsure of what she wants… hell no and I’m not about to tell her she can’t have what she wants.

I position my cock at her mouth and she opens. “Do you want to suck my cock, our sweet India?”

She nods eagerly and her eyes brighten with lust as she shoots us a heated look.

“Come here,” Tomas drawls with a wicked smirk as he pulls her ass a little closer.

Spread between the three of us, she turns slightly and angles her body toward the end of the seat to give Tomas and Stefan all the space they want as I support her weight on my thighs.

Tomas lifts one of her legs over his shoulder and the creamy soft skin of her thigh has my teeth aching to mark every pure inch of her skin with nibbles and bites.

Raw and unfiltered need spirals through me as I watch first Tomas and then Stefan rake their tongues from her ass to her clit.

“Suck him, baby,” Stefan growls around a mouthful of her pussy.

My heart is thudding in my chest at the sound of my friend’s gruff command. The thought of having those perfect lips wrapped around my cock shoots hot sperm into my balls.

“Take his cock out all the way. I want to see you pleasure him as we suck you.” Stefan nods his chin toward me.

Sprawled between my legs, India looks up the length of my body and I hear a quiet inhale. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” India whispers, her body quivering under my touch.

I growl when her tiny pink nails find my zipper and finish lowering the metal one tooth at a time.

I make fast work of shucking off my button-down shirt and love it when she strokes the lines of my tattoo with her soft, delicate hand.

“I didn’t think you could get any wetter,” Tomas growls. “I think our girl likes it when we talk dirty to her.”

“And eat her ass,” I hiss.

India peels back my boxers and wraps both hands around my throbbing dick. I hold my breath as she angles the head to her mouth and rubs the tip over her lips.

I swear to God I see light behind my eyelids the second she opens and takes all of me into the hot confines of her mouth.

I watch as inches of my cock disappear and her lips stretch over my thickness.

“You’re doing beautifully. Take more of me. That’s it.” I flex and move in her mouth with tiny thrusts of my hips. I can feel my hot cum ready to explode into her mouth and I fight back the urge. My balls tighten, ready. I’ve been too long without her and my body is letting me know.

She pulls back and strokes me before taking me in until I hit the back of her soft throat.

Filthy, wet sounds fill the car and her body is lurching off the seat as she’s grinding her pussy against my friends’ faces.

I know she won’t last much longer either.

I slide my hand down her neck, over the soft mounds of her breasts, and tweak her candy-hard nipple between my fingers. I tug and it’s as if I flipped a switch.

She hisses and with her hand wrapped around my thickness, I watch India get swept away. Surges of pleasure crash over her and I’m afloat watching her ride the waves. She clamps her thighs around Stefan and Tomas.

“Come. Wet their faces. Drown them in your juices. They’ve missed you as much as I have.”

“I can’t stop,” she screams.

Stefan works her clit as Tomas grinds his face between her thighs.

I anchor her to me with a strong arm around her chest and her heart is way past just beating. The damn thing is racing wildly. Her eyes are closed and her mouth falls open. Pure bliss smooths the pinch between her brows and her wail of ecstasy reaches into me to wake a part of my soul no woman has ever touched before.

I stiffen and control every muscle in my body to hold off the burst of cum wanting free from my cock. I refuse to lose control.

Tomas rises to his knees and wipes a hand down his face.

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