Page 45 of Break My Rules

“Yes,sir,” she says, and obediently peels my dress the rest of the way off, unfastening my bra, and tugging my panties down, too, stroking over my body with every touch until I’m naked and trembling. Standing bare there between them, while they’re still fully clothed, sends a fresh surge of electricity through me.

“Your turn,” he tells me. “Take it off her.”

I do as he says, sliding the silk skirt over her body, until Rose has stripped down to her panties, a hot-pink shock of silk running between her thighs. I drink in the sight of her body, curious, before reaching for Saint.

“Not so fast,” he smirks, moving back, to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly unsnaps his belt and tugs his pants down far enough to free his thick, straining cock. “Now, be a good girl,” Saint instructs me, his eyes dark. “Show our new friend how to suck my cock.”

Oh fuck.

I sink to my knees, moving between his thighs. I lean in, taking the head of Saint’s cock in my mouth, and sucking him deep.

He sounds a ragged groan of approval. “That’s right, darling. Every inch.”

I moan around him, angling my head to suck him deeper, just the way he likes. That’s when I feel Rose settle to her knees behind me, and the brush of unfamiliar kisses, trailing down my spine.

Oh…

Rose’s lips are soft on my skin, her hands stroking over my body, roving around to cup and toy with my breasts, as Saint starts to thrust down my throat.

“Hold her,” I hear Saint say. “Keep her steady, make her take it all.”

I don’t know what he means, until Rose’s hands knot in my hair, and I feel the pressure of her pushing me down on Saint’s cock, controlling my movements.

Fuck.

The domination is intoxicating. I shudder, trapped between them, blissfully overwhelmed. Rose moves my head faster, forcing me to take him deeper, as Saint thrusts wildly, fucking my mouth. I moan, dizzy, lost to the rush of it all, clenching my thighs, so turned on I’m dripping, drenched from the wicked thrill.

Suddenly, Saint pulls me off him, and hauls me onto the bed, settling beside me. I gasp for air, laying there beneath him, my whole body trembling with need.

“You’re doing so good, darling,” Saint praises me, leaning over to drop a soft kiss on my forehead. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He moves down my body, but Rose places a hand on his shoulder. “Me first,” she murmurs, kneeling above us, looking down at me with a wicked smile on her face. “You did say she was delicious, after all.”

“You’re right,” Saint smirks. “Ladies first. I’ll just have to keep her mouth occupied a little longer…”

He kisses me again, deeper this time, plunging his tongue in my mouth like he’s claiming it as his territory. I rise up to meet him, wrapping my arms around his neck, savoring the taste of him.

And then Rose settles between my thighs, and licks up against me.

Oh my god!

I moan against Saint’s kiss in surprise—and pleasure. He doesn’t stop, stroking my mouth with his thick, insistent tongue as her soft one laps against my clit. It’s overwhelming, and I struggle against the two of them, out of my mind with the unfamiliar pleasure.

“You like the feel of her tongue in your cunt?” Saint growls beside me, pinning me down, so I have no choice but to submit to Rose’s soft, insistent lapping. “I know you do, Christ, you’re shaking like a leaf. Look at her, baby, eating you up.”

I lift my head, gasping, dizzy at the sight of Rose between my thighs, her blonde hair spilling over my skin, and her tight grip digging into my hips. “Oh my God,oh!”

“Use your fingers,” Saint instructs Rose, his voice thick. “She loves it when you fill her up.”

Rose does as he says, slipping two, then three fingers inside me as she sucks on my clit. I scream, clenching around her, but her fingers are too slender, it’s not enough.Fuck, not nearly enough.She lifts her head. “Come join the party,” she tells Saint with a grin. “She’s wet enough for the both of us.”

Saint barks a laugh and releases me long enough to slide a hand between my legs from behind, and thrust his fingers inside.

“Fuck,” I shudder at the thick invasion, and bear down hard, loving the stretch. “Don’t stop!”

“You heard her,” Saint says with a smirk, pulling me tight against him, so my back is flush with his chest, and he’s using a knee to prop my leg wider, spreading me to Rose. “You need to feel her when she comes, it’s like a fucking earthquake.”

“I’d say we’re not far now,” Rose teases me, bending her head and nipping at my tender inner thighs as Saint begins to thrust his fingers deeper. I shake in his arms, whimpering, not caring how loud or desperate I seem. My whole body is a live wire, crackling, coiled and tense, begging for release.

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