Page 50 of Sinful Restraint

Ri moaned into the ceiling as she continued to ride Titan’s face, moving her hips in a way that had him licking her pussyand her ass while his hands gripped her by the thighs to keep her in place.

“Widen your mouth,” I instructed. “We want you suckin’ my dick on one side and Storm’s on the other, while Titan continues to fuck you wit’ his tongue.”

Santari did as she was told, giving enough room for Storm to push his way in, her mouth widening inch by inch. It was a beautiful thing to watch both of her cheeks get so full of dick, that tears began running down her face.

“Fuck, baby,” I huffed, wiping beneath her eyes. “Look at you takin’ all of this dick in your mouth while on the brink of your own orgasm.”

“Shiddd,” Storm muttered, “I think she likes having two of us in her throat, Cruz.”

He and I shared a dangerous smirk, while Titan slapped her ass for good behavior, the move forcing her to take me and Storm even deeper.

“And I love the way your teeth are lightly scraping us,” I added. “Keep doin’ that shit.”

Santari’s watery eyes softened at the praise, her determination to suck us both while not breaking her rhythm of ridin’ Titan’s face causing her to increase the bold strokes of her tongue.

“You’re a fuckin’ vision,” Storm told her.

“A goddamn beautiful mess,” I added.

“And delicious as hell,” Titan mumbled in between his tongue thrusting inside of her. “The best kind of juice a man can drink.”

Not before long, Santari’s powerful orgasm shot through her, but our best friend’s little sister never stopped sucking me and Storm. It was impossible to be gentle after watching her come apart on Titan’s face, while feeling the gush of spit in her mouth as she continued to come wave after wave.

Damn. I love this shit.It was crazy how much I needed to experience the way my friends touched her … fucked her. How together, we pulled the wickedness out of her soul and replaced it with something so addictive, we couldn’t get enough of wrecking her world.

Santari didn’t stop pleasing us until we each succumbed to our own release, and even then, she wasn’t finished with us. Instead, what was supposed to be her punishment for eavesdropping ended up being a moment of healing that we needed.

She was ours whether she realized it or not, and in this house, wealwaysprotected what was ours. That was on Rev and my mama.

The muthafuckas who were hunting us thought they’d remain on top. Yet, all shootin’ up my gym and setting up my brother to take the fall did was make us hungry for blood. We were already goin’ to hell, and this was just the beginning.

They wanted a battle.

But they betta be strapped up for war.

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