Page 81 of Tempt Her

“Yes, you are.” His fingers scissor my clit. My eyes roll;fuck, he’s good.“You’ll be so free for me. So fucking wild for me.”

“Yes.” I arch my back, needing more of him inside. “Make me.” His fingers strum my clit. His grip on my neck tightens just enough. “Make me your beautiful whore, Mr. Alexander. Make me fuck you and Mateo and Luke. All three of you. All the time while you watch.”

His voice won’t leave my ear. “Fuck, yes, I will.” His touch won’t relent, either. “You’re so damn beautiful and ours now.” He takes my kiss as he slaps my clit, making me gasp into his mouth. “You like that?” Then his fingers slide deep into me before he pulls them out and starts rubbing my slick clit before he smacks it again.

I can’t believe this.My knees shake.“Yes.”He’s so good at this.

“You like me spanking this pussy for being bad?” He does it again and again, just enough to make me lose my mind and not give a damn. “You like me spanking you for making me want to fuck you so hard? For tempting me with this sweet wet pussy. Look at you. Bending your knees and spreading that cunt open for me to take. You’ve been teasing my dick for months.”

“Don’t stop,” I huff, his whiskers tickling my lips. “Don’t fucking stop making me yours, Ford.”

“Goddamn, you arenow,” he snarls, curling his long fingers deep inside my pussy, rubbing that spot that makes me moan at the stars dotting my vision.

Yes, I’m his. I’m his and Mateo’s and Luke’s.

My body belongs to me, but this pussy getting finger-banged is about to shatter into a billion wet pieces for him, and I want it.

I can’t talk. I can’t think. I can’t see him, but he’s everywhere. Ford is inside me, too, and I give it all to him.

“Stacey,” he sighs over the shell of my ear, and it almost breaks me. Because I can hear it lull in his deep voice, how he’s giving me something too. Trust he doesn’t want to share. A heart he doesn’t want to break. Men whose love he’s doesn’t want to lose. With the sound of my name from his lips tickling my ear, my heart is his too.

His palm is rubbing my clit so hard, his fingers searching my depths and taking what he finds, his taunt driving me mad.

“Tell me,”—his lips move, brushing over mine—“do you want us to fuck you one at a time while we watch?”Oh my god, yes.“Or all at once, two of us in your pussy and one in your mouth while we record it to watch later while we fuck your ass next?”

“Oh fuck.” He’s making me come. Taking my mind with his taboo desires. Dominating my clit with his fingers, slick with my lust, and ripping away my shame. “Ford.” I can barely talk through the liberation. Through the lust and freedom storming my body and taking over.

He drags his lips over mine. “I’m gonna make this pussy answer me.” Ruthlessly, he jerks his hand inside my sex, and I do.

With a scream. With a puddle on the floor. With my knees shaking so hard. With my eyes locked on his, I answer to all of it, “Yes,” with a quake of desire that won’t stop as he grabs my waist, holding me up until it stops crashing through me.

“We do it my way,” he orders as my cum trickles down my thighs.I’ve never done that before. I didn’t know I could squirt.He lifts his dripping fingers to my mouth and says, “Taste what we’re gonna do to you.”

I suck my tangy cum off his thick fingers, tonguing them like I wish it were his hard cock in my mouth next.

But he’s teasing me. He’s in control, staring at me with those blazing blue eyes while he gently pumps his dripping fingers over my lips.

“Such a beautiful whore,” he praises, and I can tell he’s still holding back, dragging his thumb across my glazed bottom lip. “We’re gonna make you ours, Stacey. Because you sure asfuckare no longer his.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

“Pick something.”

Ford passes his phone to me. It’s open to Instagram with a post of some hot woman in fancy lingerie.

I’m lying naked next to him in his bed. Luke’s still asleep on the other side of him. Because last night was epic. Ford got off, taking turns with us while telling us what he plans to do with Stacey.

We all got off to it.

I thought the three of us always had the hottest sex, but add even the tease of Stacey joining us… and I lose my mind. I don’t know who I am, but a man wanting something so damn much.

Loving Ford and Luke gives me pride and strength; I’m not alone with who or how I love. But having Stacey with us gives me peace like things are finally right; we’re complete.

It’s been a week since Ford told us he wouldn’t fight it. He wants Stacey too, and I knew it was a matter of time.

While Luke and I painted the outside of her house diarrhea beige and Ford started to gut her kitchen, Stacey took Ford’s truck and met up with some FBI agent, I assume.

She can’t say what she’s up to, but she obviously found the evidence she needed. While we ate lunch in her kitchen, she returned the envelope she found to the A/C vent so her dickhead husband would be none the wiser.

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