Page 68 of Vicious Intentions

The thought was gloriously enrapturing. I fought with the zipper, finally freeing his cock. I wasted no time, pumping the base like a crazed animal in search of her first meal in a month. His labored breathing was a clear indication that my desire to touch and explore wouldn’t be allowed for long.

He glanced into my eyes, and I heard Cain growling from behind.

“Hurry up, brother,” he said. “Or I’ll steal her from you.”

I tossed my head over one shoulder, licking my lips at the sight of Cain’s hand wrapped around his thick shaft. He was huge, long, and thick. I shuddered from the sight, concentrating on the piercing he had.

A jolt of electricity soared through me, a single image flashing into my mind. I’d never been with a man who’d had a piercing. Yet…

“You can try,” Cristiano answered, cutting through the third moment of déjàvu. He rolled his hands down my sides, giving me a commanding look. “Slide my cock inside you.”

When I played with him, rubbing the tip up and down my wet pussy, he cracked his hand on my ass. The sound forced a whimper from my lips, and I immediately sensed we were being watched by the way the SUV drifted across the road. I did as he demanded and as soon as the tip was inside, he pulled me down with such power that I issued a sharp yelp, the brutal impact forcing me to quiver.

My muscles stretched to accommodate him, the slice of pain given how tight I was quickly becoming a dancing array of dazzling sensations. I half laughed as I struggled to breathe, wrapping my fingers around his hair. The image remained, boring into the back of my mind.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I hadn’t realized I’d looked away until Cristiano grasped my jaw with his fingers, tugging my head until I looked into his eyes.

“Ride me.”

His voice was deep and throaty, and the desperate need returned, all thoughts of anything else fading away. There was no ignoring his plea. I undulated my hips, riding him until vibrations danced down the backs of my legs. God, how I wanted his naked body pressed against mine, but my fingers fumbled as I tried to unbutton his shirt, the pleasure becoming sheer bliss.

I dug my fingers through his buttonholes, closing my eyes as the touch sent another round of current into me. He fisted my hair at the scalp, holding me close as I bucked even harder, wanting nothing more than for him to slam all the way into me. The thought was sinful and raw, making the moment feel like something dirty was happening between us.

I sensed Hunter getting closer. When I felt the touch of his fingers on my naked back, I let off a series of moans. He caressed me as a lover would before wrapping his hand around my jaw. “Suck my fingers, little lamb.”

His term of endearment pushed me to another edge, yet Cristiano was in control, one hand now positioned on my hip, guiding the rhythm. I opened my mouth wide, allowing Hunter to thrust his fingers inside. It was almost more intimate than being fucked by the gorgeous man.

“Such a good girl,” Hunter whispered, then nuzzled into my neck, not only blowing hot air across my skin but also nipping my earlobe. The wash of instant pain added to the crazed enjoyment.

I sucked and licked his fingers even as his plunges became rougher, so much so that I felt my gag reflex kicking in.

“That’s it,” Cristiano muttered. “Soon you’ll have a thick cock inside your tight mouth.” He lifted his hips, taking more control. His cock continued to throb. I was so close to coming. I could feel it.

As soon as Hunter removed his fingers, Cristiano pulled me closer until my back arched. I had no understanding of what he was doing at first.

Until Hunter wiggled a finger into my dark hole.

Another powerful orgasm swept through me, my core erupting.

My moan was bedraggled, barely recognizable. I no longer cared if the man up front witnessed everything that was happening between us. This was a pure slice of heaven that I hoped would be repeated. “More,” I managed, the sound demanding.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Cristiano breathed against me, his voice hitching and indicating he was closer. “There’s gonna be much more.” His thrusts became wild, unrestrained as he drove himself closer to releasing.

Hunter continued finger-fucking my ass as I rode Cristiano with everything I had, the blissful moment becoming something I’d remember for a long time. As soon as Cristiano’s body started to shake, I squeezed my pussy muscles. He erupted deep inside, his strangled roar one of satisfaction.

I wasn’t allowed to bask in the moment for long, Hunter pulling me away, taking the seat next to Cristiano, then pulling me down onto his lap. I was now able to stare at Cain, studying his hard, cold eyes as they pierced mine. There was a darkness in the intensity, a need that was entirely different than the others.

He never blinked, only allowing his gaze to roam across my naked body. Then he lifted his eyes towards the front. “Keep driving. We’re not finished yet.”

“Yes, sir.”

I shuddered at the rawness in his voice, then dragged my tongue across my lips as I concentrated on the glisten of precum covering his sensitive slit. He chuckled, then beckoned with a single finger.

Hunter eased me into the floor, my torso fitting perfectly between the two sets of seats.

Cain wasted no time, wrapping his fingers around my long curls, jerking my head up so I was forced to look into his eyes. Then he fought to drag his pants down further on his massive thighs. I noticed a powerful tattoo on his right thigh, a dragon with a deep red eye that seemed as if it was staring at me.

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