Page 71 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

From in front of me, Sylan puts my hands on his thighs and guides my mouth over the head of his cock. He sinks past my lips with one smooth stroke, touching the back of my throat.

“Suck him hard, make him lose control, baby. Just like you did to me.”

Me make them lose control? I shiver from the surge of power the idea fills me with. To have them crave me, desire me...want me made me feel not just cherished but loved.

Drake kneels beside me, takes my hand and moves it to cup Sylan’s heavy cum-filled balls. With his hand cupping mine, we stroke and fondle Sylan until I can feel his knees begin to tremble.

“Fuck you, bastard,” he growls at Drake who only chuckles low in my ear like we’re sharing a dirty secret. His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “He’ll love you all the harder when he shoots his load down your throat, sweetheart. That’s it. Take him a little deeper. Swallow now and feel the head go a little deeper.”

I do as I’m instructed, so torn between feeling Grey’s juices mix with Drake’s and mine as he pumps into my pussy. Between both men I’m closer and closer to finding my second release.

Hands grip my hips and I’m suddenly spread wider. I feel my heart flip flop the harder he pounds. I cry out, giving Sylan more room to slip deeper. Fuck, his dick tastes so damn good. I will never get enough! I move my wet mouth over him, rolling his balls until his cock is so hard I can barely fit him in my mouth. He starts to groan louder as Grey’s thrusts become more powerful, frenzied.

“Shit, Katriona, Fuck, that’s it. You look so damn beautiful drinking his cum.” Drake cups my breasts, pinching my nipples just right and it’s the last little bit I need to fall over. His strong hands hold me between his two friends as we all find our release.

My orgasm comes hard and my walls clamp around Grey. I milk him as Sylan feeds me his cum. With two cocks filling me up I let go and ride my release, coming so hard my cries bounce off every surface of their home.

Hot thick ropes spill down my throat and fill my greedy pussy. The best part? I take every last drop.

I nuzzle into his neck and sigh with contentment so foreign I wonder if I’ll ever feel this happy in my life again. “So that’s what dirty office sex is like.”

“Wait until we have you in a bed,” Drake purrs for my ears only. “As I said, this is only a taste.”

Katriona

The next morning I’m wide awake before Sylan stirs from his power nap, as he calls them. Drake and Grey nowhere to be seen.

By my last look at the clock, this nap has lasted six hours and it’s my bet our last bout of lovemaking took every last drop of his cum and energy as it had mine. After our session in his office, he swooped me up and walked us through a secret door behind his desk that led to a higher level. So far, there’s not a room in this penthouse we haven’t made love in. In fact, we’ve made love so many times in the last day I’ve lost count. Muscles I didn’t know I had hum in satisfaction as I watch him sleep.

Sunshine pours over our naked bodies, and I run my hands through his hair, loving the soft, silky feel between my fingers. He has a leg wrapped over mine, and I smile. In some way, he’s had our bodies connected at all times since he brought me to his bed. I’m not complaining. I like the feel of him close at all times and the possessive drive behind it. After being alone for so long the contact soothes a part of me I didn’t realize I was missing. Not until him. Besides, belonging to the mobster makes me feel like the bad girl, but in a good way. I slip my leg from beneath his and cross the massive room, aiming for the shower. The cool, white marble floor on my bare feet is a delicious contrast against my sun-warmed skin.

I step into the shower as big as my entire bedroom in my tiny apartment. I moan long and low the second hot water jets out and hits my muscles.

I’ve made a firm decision. I’m never leaving this shower.

“Mo chroí.”

Despite not knowing its full meaning, I know it’s a tender endearment. Said in such a soft, deep pitch and I have no control over the way my heart gives a little. I open my eyes and step from the pouring water to see Sylan slide the glass door open with the most loving look in his eyes, and my heart jolts once more. I can’t help it, and I’m not wholly sure I want to either.

“Room for one more?”

Much to my satisfaction the only thing he’s wearing is a hint of a smile. My gaze falls to his stirring cock, and my body warms from the promises his body suggests.

“I think an entire team of men can fit in here, which I’m sure was the point,” I tease with a crook of a finger. “Where are Grey and Drake?”

“Off doing a few errands. They won’t be long.”

My heartbeat picks up speed as he prowls closer and only settles when he wraps me in his arms. I told my heart not to get involved, but it obeys my silent command about as well as my body does when it comes to any of them—not at all.

I smile and love the lingering kiss he presses to my shoulder.

Warm water cascades over us as he trails the tips of his fingers the length of my arms and over the curve of my ass as if he’s worshipping my body. Despite the rolling steam, a wave of goosebumps chases his touch over my flesh.

I arch, pushing my ass into his thick, hard length. The slight movement causes my blood to roar with a renewed need for him. I wonder briefly if it will always be this way. If they’ll always have this much control over my body and heart.

“Hungry,” he asks, using that smoky, rough tone I can’t seem to resist.

I nod.

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