Page 91 of Tempt Her

“Am I your beautiful whore, now, sir?”

“Yes.” He thrusts his hips, intensifying the sensation.

“Are you gonna fuck these tits and my pussy and my ass, Daddy, and make me yours?”

“Fuck yes,” he’s losing control and loves it.

I lick his tip again, ringing my tongue around it before rubbing his cock so fast between my tits, it doesn’t hurt this time. It’s soaking my pussy that’s aching for him as I taunt us both, “You’re gonna watch Mateo then Luke fuck me, filling me with their sweet cum.” His lips are trembling; he’s so close. “You’ll watch how their cum drips from my pussy as I beg for you next, screaming your name while I come on your cock as it fills me too.”

There’s no warning, just his sudden jerk and deep grunt as his hot, creamy cum coats the valley of my breasts. His chest heaves as he grunts again, spurting more to my chin before he falls back, catching his breath.

“Stacey,” he finally gasps. “Come here,” he huffs like he’s in pain. “Come up here, baby.”

I crawl up his lap, his cum traveling in slick trails down to my belly.

Pulling my lips to his, his next kiss is so deep that I moan, feeling his fingers find my exposed pussy. He licks his cum off my chin while his fingertips pummel my clit, his lips ordering, “I fuck you first. It’s my cum that fills our little whore first, you understand?”

“Yes.” I can’t move at the pleasure storming through my sex.

He smacks my clit. “Yes,what?”

I cry out. “Yes, sir.”

His fingers, two of them, ease inside while his thumb is ruthless, strumming over my clit. “You ever had your ass fucked?”

I ride his hand, huffing over his lips, “No, sir.” My thighs are shaking. My frantic gaze is locked on his blue eyes.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight, virgin ass so good; you’re gonna love it. You’ll beg for more, and what will you say while I do it?”

Oh god, what I want him to do to me.Everything. Anything. Make it as dirty as we can. “Yes, Daddy, fuck my virgin ass.”

“Yes, baby, I will,” he promises. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you can’t walk. All you can do is come on cocks all day.”

And I do. I come to his promise and all over his hand, bucking in his lap. “Ford,” I cry out. “Please.” His touch feels so good inside. His eyes hold me captive. The orgasm leaves nothing left of me but my heart in his grasp. He’s found it too, and I shock myself at how I snap, shaking for him and fighting back tears.

How? How does he do this to me?

And he sees it. He sees it in my brimming eyes. “I don’t want you to go tonight,” he whispers over my lips, surprising me with the tenderness in his voice. “I don’t want you with that man anymore.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“No, you won’t.” Gently, he tugs my hair, and I focus on his eyes to find him so worried. “Stacey, even if you’re not with us, you don’t belong to him. You understand? If something happens to us, promise me that. It’s the only promise I’ll ever ask of you.” Pain strikes his eyes from years ago; I see the boy in them, hanging on to the man he is today. “Never let another man control you again. Promise me.”

I hold his cheeks. Our sex can be whatever games we like, but this is different. This is our fear, our hearts, and he’s sharing his with me, so I hold his pain too. I know what it’s like to bury your mother. But I don’t know the grief of losing her to a violent man. How it must haunt you, tormenting you.

“I promise.”

It’s a vow I make to him.

And to myself.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Ifight it; the smile that keeps creeping across my damn face. I even stop myself from whistling a tune this morning as I walk to the mailbox.

Because that woman infects me with joy.

Stacey shoots it through my veins, making my heart beat stronger. She wraps Mateo in it, taking away his pain. She washes away Luke’s fear, giving him peace.

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