Page 91 of Broken Promises

Her voice held doubt, but he erased that fast as he sat beside me and spoke. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Get your dick out too.”

We both did as we were told, and I was happily surprised when she stripped down to her underwear and bra before dropping to her knees in front of us.

“Are you going to take me nice and deep?” I murmured, stroking myself while reaching out with my other hand to run my fingers through her hair.

Instead of responding, she leaned forward and teased the head of my dick with her tongue, taking over stroking me with her hand. Her eyes locked on mine as she slowly pushed me down her throat, a curse leaving Zavier as he worked himself faster.

“Fuck, Raven. All the way down on him, good girl,” he praised, my hips jerking slightly as she choked a little and her throat tightened.

I wanted to protest when she pulled back, but a groan left me as she moved so she could swallow Zavier down next while stroking me. It was fucking hot, especially when her eyes flicked over to me to make sure I was watching her.

“You look so good with his cock filling your bratty little mouth,” I said in a low voice. “You want to give Zav something he really wants but won’t ask you for?”

“Ander,” Zavier bit out, but there was no anger behind it, just a hint of panic. He could trust Raven with anything, and if I had to give him a push, I would.

Curiosity filled Raven’s eyes as she pulled back from him, and I removed her hand from my dick as I stood to grab the lube from the drawer.

“You won’t scare her off. Just ask when you want something,” I replied as I popped open the cap. Raven knew exactly where this was going from the way she offered me her hand, and I drizzled a decent amount of lube on her fingers.

She gave him an unsure look when he didn’t say anything, seeming to snap him out of his thoughts as he reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her closer for a kiss.

“You don’t have to if you don't want to,” he promised, but she shook her head.

“If you like it, then I want to give it to you. Just tell me how. Get naked for me.”

Zavier had never had a problem asking for what he wanted, he was usually pretty demanding to the girls we’d shared in the past, but it was different when he gave a shit about the girl’s opinion about him.

I’d never seen him so unsure before.

He stripped off like she’d asked, lying back with his feet on the mattress. Raven looked at me in silent question, and I nodded for her to go ahead as I started stripping off too, knowing Zavier wouldn’t last long and I’d have Raven bent over in no time.

She knelt between his legs and put his cock in her mouth, only hesitating for a second before bringing her fingers to his ass to rub the lube around it. Zavier jerked, his abs flexing as his fingers threaded through Raven’s vibrant hair as if to anchor himself.

I could’ve told her what to do, I’d seen Zavier in this position more times than I could count so I knew what he liked, but since she seemed more than happy to just explore, I let her figure it out.

I liked watching them together anyway.

Raven

Zavier’s fingers were so tight in my hair that I was sure he was going to yank it out of my head. I hadn’t even pushed a finger inside him yet, but he was rock hard in my mouth as I teased his ass.

I’d never done this before, so I hoped I was doing it right. When I finally pressed a finger against his ass to ease inside, a groan left him and he thrust down my throat on instinct, making me choke a little.

“Raven—” He didn’t get anything else out, something between a moan and a plea leaving him as I pushed inside deeper.

Turning men like Zavier to jelly felt good, and I tried to find a rhythm between my mouth and finger, moving a little faster once some of the resistance was gone.

“Look at what you do to him,” Ander murmured, drawing my attention up Zavier’s body. His jaw was clenched and his forearm was across his eyes, goosebumps coating his skin as he practically panted. “He can take more.”

I slowed my finger, pressing a second one in beside it and making Zavier curse loudly. His hips bucked, choking me as his hand pushed my head down. His control was slipping, my wet gags only making him thrust down my throat harder until he came, his body gripping my fingers as his legs shook.

I slowed, greedily sucking in air as I pulled back enough to get a decent breath in. His fingers released my hair, stroking my head affectionately as he tried to catch his breath.

“I can’t move,” he finally managed to get out, and I kissed his hip bone before sitting back to look down at him.

“Good?”

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