Page 53 of Who Owns You?

“I’m not good—” Charlotte pulls back from the kiss, choking on her breath as she tips her face to see Marcus has already stripped naked.

His clothes lie in a haphazard pile in front of the door, like that would do anything to keep the other two out of the room if they really wanted in.

“You are so good, the best.” Marcus joins me on his knees at the feet of our witch. “You took my cock like a champ baby. You have to show Julius how well you take it.”

I chuckle and nudge him aside.

“It’s my turn to stuff our witch full, bastard. You can lick her clean.”

Charlotte blushes, and Marcus groans at the mental image.

“Can I?” he asks Charlotte. “Can I clean your pussy out with my tongue after he fills you up? Please, Char?”

She nods, looking back at me. “You, um…like that sort of thing?”

“I like anything when it involves you, though I would prefer we keep body fluids that aren’t spit, cum, and other natural lubes to ourselves,” I murmur, weaving one hand into her hair.

I grip at the base of her skull and tip her head to the side. The pretty pale column of her throat is exposed to me, and I attack it with my lips and teeth. I leave little trailing bruises until I reach her shirt.

“She is wearing way too many clothes,” Marcus says and unclips her overalls, tugging them down. He lifts her with one hand and pulls them over her hips.

Charlotte squeaks and grips his shoulders. “Easy,” she yelps, not used to being manhandled.

“You’re right. It is easy to lift you, easy to put you in any position we want, easy to fuck you as long as we want,” I growl.

The desire to do just that is almost overwhelming me.

“Please, just fuck me before I completely ruin these panties,” she grumbles, and Marcus finally exposes them as her overalls come off.

Her panties are so fucking soaked, her sweet scent making my mouth water.

“Such a dirty little witch. You need us so badly,” I croon, jerking the crotch to the side to get a look at her glistening pussy.

My cock punches against the zipper of my slacks, aching to get inside our mate, but I need to take things slowly. Even if she has taken Marcus’ cock, I’m the longest out of us all, and it’ll be a challenge to get every inch in.

“Fuck,” she moans as I lean in and lick her from entrance to clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves as I plunge a finger in. “Right there.”

“Demanding, isn’t she?” Marcus asks with a chuckle as he pulls her shirt up and off over her head.

I can only catch the barest glimpses of the rest of her body with my head between her legs, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I devour her pussy as I stretch her with my fingers, keeping my attention on that spot that makes her cry out and moan. Her sounds are so damn good. I can’t get enough of them, but when her thighs begin to tremble, I pull back.

“You are to come on my dick, not my tongue or my fingers,” I rumble before diving right back in.

I lash at her clit with my tongue and curl my fingers against her G-spot.

“Not fair!” Charlotte cries, her body spasming.

Marcus has moved behind her and is holding her body to his hard chest. He has her arms behind her back, his lips beside her ear, undoubtedly whispering filthy things about “nothing being fair.”

I groan as I’m rewarded with a gush of her pleasure. I yank my fingers from her pussy, and she keens, pouring onto the floor. I toss my sweater off, then push my pants down enough to free my cock before adjusting myself and thrusting halfway into her with a single movement.

Her tight pink pussy stretching around my emerald-green shaft is like a work of art. I’m already glistening with her arousal, and her warm, velvety walls are milking along my rigid shaft. I have to grit my teeth to keep from embarrassing myself like some youngling. One hand drifts down, my thumb strumming her clit.

“Fucking hell!” she whines, her hips bucking. Her eyes fly open, and then she shoots her gaze down to where we’re connected.

“Holy shit, too long, abort mission,” Charlotte pants, looking up at me with startled eyes. “It’s not going to fit. It’s not gonna happen. I have organs!”

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