Page 38 of Sweet Girl

Instead of being pissed. Instead of being emotional. Instead of any of the normal reactions any sane person should have to being carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey, she grabs my shoulders and jerks me forward onto her, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist and digging her nails into my back. She gets me. She understands the meaning behind what I did.

“Fuck me, Cruz. Take what you need.”

I waste no more time before sliding through her slick folds and filling her completely, immediately driving into her at a ruthless pace. I pull quickly from her body, flipping her onto her hands and knees and driving back inside her tight channel. I rut into her like an animal fucks his mate—pillaging, conquering,claiming.

Emma’s cries get louder, the tight walls of her cunt throbbing around me, her head thrashing side to side. She’s close. I stuff two of my fingers into her mouth before grinding out my next words. “Suck. Get them nice and wet, angel, ’cause they’re going to be in your tight little asshole next.”

Delivering three slaps to her ass, I relish the way the meat jiggles and quakes before it blooms red with my handprint. Spreading her wide, I spit right onto her hole before rimming the tight muscle with my wet fingers. Her pussy clenches hard around me in response.

“That’s my dirty angel. You like it, don’t you?”

“Fuck! Yes, Cruz. Yes!”

As I breach her tight, puckered hole, her pants increase, her legs shaking and skin breaking out in a thin layer of sweat. I lean forward and lick up the length of her spine, loving the sweet, salty taste of her right now. My thrusts are hard and deep, allowing me to fuck her ass with two fingers, delivering a heady mix of pleasure.

“Cruz! Jesus Christ! I need to come!”

Instead of making her wait and edging her some more like I had planned, I reach around us with my free hand until I find her clit, slick with her arousal. Pinching it between two fingers, her body reacts so fucking perfectly, violently shaking, barely able to hold herself up.

A few more swipes against her clit and she’s gone. Her pussy convulsing around me, squeezing the shit out of my cock, is my undoing. I jerk out of her little body, gripping my cock hard and spraying cum all over her ass and pussy. My orgasm pummels me, and if it weren’t for how fucking sexy she looks—swollen, pink, ass open and ready, covered in ropes of pearly cum—I would collapse on her and sleep peacefully the rest of the night.

Instead, I spread her cheeks and press my open mouth to the dessert in front of me, licking and sucking up the delicious mix of our orgasms until she’s clean of it. Sitting up, I slap her ass and push her onto her back, climbing over her and using my fingertips to pry open her mouth. She opens wide, knowing what’s coming, and accepts her fate—craving it. Leaning above her, I spit the contents of my mouth into hers, pressing my hand to her throat and feeling her swallow it all down.

A deep primal growl leaves me as pride and something else fills my chest. Something that feels a whole hell of a lot like love.

CHAPTER25

dom

The four ofus lay in my king-size bed with Emma snuggled in the middle, her naked body rising and falling with each of her labored breaths.

“She’s different,” Cruz whispers.

I meet his eyes over her sleeping form. “I know.”

“She can easily become an addiction, Dom. You need to tell us now if she’s off-limits after this weekend. I already want more of her. And not just sex. I want to talk to her. I want to know every part of her. This connection . . .”

The words that I know are difficult for him to express trail off. I give it a moment of pause, glad everyone is on the same page and finally being open about what we all want. Nothing about this weekend was just sex like when the three of us have shared in the past. We all feel the connection. There is something deeper, and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel good. This is what I wanted, hoped for. I knew she was perfect for us.

She fits in so easily with the three of us. I think about how comfortable Emma is with both of them, how she had zero hesitation, only eagerness. But the connection she has with each of us is very different and seems to complement everything she needs. Cruz, Aidan, and I, together, make up the perfect man for her. And fuck if it wasn’t some of the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. I couldn’t deny any of them even if I wanted to. And I know that I don’t want to. That was my plan all along. She will tie us together forever.

“If she was going to be off-limits after all of this, I wouldn’t have let this weekend happen. This is what I want.”

“Good. Because I couldn’t give her up, Dom. Not after wanting her for so long, not after having her,” Aidan admits, and I nod my head in agreement.

“Do you all mean that?” Her voice is raspy and hoarse from a mixture of screaming and sleep.

Knowing I’m the one that should talk, I speak up. “Is that what you want,moya lyubov’? You get a choice in this.”

Her pretty eyes dart between the three of us, and I know her answer without needing to hear it. I lean down and place a chaste kiss to her lips, pulling back and smiling down at her.

“Such a sweet girl. I love you.”

Pulling the little black box from behind me, I hold it in front of her. I wanted to give this to her on Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to make sure she would accept all of us first.

Opening the box slowly, she blinks at the necklace staring back at her. A simple gold chain lays against the dark velvet fabric of the box, four tiny hearts stacked in a line up one side. The bottom one holds a tiny pink diamond, the other three each holding a black onyx.

“Dominik. This is gorgeous.”

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