Page 39 of Fearless

“Please,” I whimper like a needy whore.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mav asks, one hand going back to my pussy as the other palms my breast, pinching my nipple until a bolt of pain shoots through my body.

“Yes,” I pant at the same time JD growls his agreement.

“That’s it, Dove. Ride his hand. Let us watch you come all over his fingers.”

This time, I don’t let my head fall back or allow my eyes to close. Instead, I look between the two of them, letting them see just how furious I am with each of them for the stunt they pulled.

This little show might be fun, and they might believe it’s enough to make me forget, but it’s going to take a lot more for me to move past the fact they excluded me from something so important when they promised me that we were a team.

Well, how’s this for team?

“Maverick,” I cry as he pushes two fingers deep inside me, stretching me open. “Yes. Fuck.”

“Come on my fingers, Doll. Then I’m going to fuck you raw while they watch.”

“Jesus, fuck,” JD barks before standing and shoving his sweats down, freeing his dick.

If I weren’t so close to oblivion, I might demand he stop. But the sight of him with his hard dick in his hand is too much to deny.

I look at Reid, secretly hoping he’ll follow suit because, fuck me, the sight of both of them getting off over this gets me hot as hell.

But he’s barely moved, although it’s impossible to miss the way his jaw ticks and his Adam’s apple bobs with each thick swallow.

“Push her over the edge, man,” JD orders, making Mav chuckle behind me.

“Would be my pleasure,” he teases, not that JD can hear, the music is too loud.

“Yes, yes,” I agree, as desperate for this release as I am the promise of what’s coming next.

With two fingers deep inside me, his other hand descends my body until he’s working my clit as well, making me buck and thrust as I chase my release.

“They want you, Doll.” Mav growls in my ear. “Both of them are fucking obsessed with you, but right now, this cunt is all mine. They want to be me so badly right now.”

“Oh God.”

“They’d do anything for you right now. They’re like putty in your hands.

“They’d drop to their knees and worship at your altar with just one word.”

“Fuck worshiping. I can think of better things they can do on their knees.”

The image my statement creates is the final push I need to throw myself off the ledge.

“Maverick,” I cry as my pleasure rushes through me, making me convulse and buck on his lap.

Someone curses loudly as I fall, but I’m too lost in the euphoric feeling to pay attention to who it is.

I’ve barely come down from my high when I feel it…

Mav’s hot and hard cock brushing against my entrance.

Fuck knows how he managed to get it out while I was trembling on top of him, but I’m not about to question it.

“Ready?” he asks, teasing me with just the tip.

“Yes, please,” I beg, shamelessly trying to impale myself on him.

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