Page 79 of Sold to the Single Daddies

West pulled back and it gave me a moment to think. I knew I was forgetting something and when my eyes passed over the stage and Harley standing on it, I gasped and sat up straight.

“Harley. I have to be here for Harley. That’s why I’m here.” I pushed their hands away and kept my eyes on my best friend. In just her panties and bra, she looked nervous and I wanted to hold her hand. “Oh, Harley. It’s okay.”

Tate didn’t look at the stage and I found I was glad for it, but he just silently gripped my thighs and ran his nose up and down the side of my neck.

I knew Harley was freaking out but even I was surprised when just before the bidding started, she clutched her hands over her stomach and shouted.

“I can’t do this! I’m pregnant!”

My mouth fell open in shock but then she looked at me and I knew by the slight widening of her eyes that she was lying. She was just panicking to get out of the auction. It was hard for me to say she was making the right choice when I was currently being mauled by the men who’d won me in my auction.

Harley started to leave the stage but she stopped when the crowd parted and three massive men approached her. They said something to her and then one of them picked her up bridal style and carried her away without a word to the confused crowd. Harley looked back at me and waved so I assumed she was okay.

“No more distractions. On your knees, kitten.” Tate stepped back and made room for me to slip to the floor in front of him. He ran his hand over my hair and bared his teeth at me. “The little kitten upset the big, bad wolf. Want to know how she can make him feel better?”

I glanced down at the log tenting his pants. I wanted him to take it out and force it past my lips. Not that there would be much force. I was dying to please them. I was on fire to please them.

“That’s right. Such a smart little kitten.” His eyes darkened even more and his lips twisted in a dark smirk. “I needsomething a little different tonight, though. I need to show everyone in this fucking place who you belong to.”

My stomach took flight. My heart pounded wildly. He didn’t mean… He did. My core dripped with excitement at the possessive fury coming off of Tate. He wanted everyone to see how I took him as he marked me as his.

“On the stage. Crawl over.” He stayed beside me as I crawled, not a thought in my head to ignore his demand. I wanted to. I wanted to be his. He followed me up the steps and to the middle of the stage. “Stay.”

I sat still as he walked away and came back with a chair. He positioned it so our sides would be facing the crowd, then he slowly, painfully slowly, freed his cock from his pants and sat down.

“Here, kitty, kitty.” He slowly stroked his length and I lit up with jealousy that anyone else would see it.

I crawled between his legs and batted my eyelashes up at him. Rubbing my face against the inside of his thigh, I begged without words for him to let me have him in my mouth.

“Give me that throat, kitten.” His deep voice and that taunting pet name pushed me over the edge into my own version of wild need.

I gripped him at his base and ran my tongue up the length of him, moaning as his taste filled my mouth. I lapped at him like his special pet name and was rewarded with a deep growl and his fist in my hair.

“I said, throat.” He pressed his tip past my lips and then pulled my head down on him until he touched the back of my throat and I gagged. “That’s better. Go on. Suck me off while everyone watches, kitten. Show them who owns you.”

I could hear people murmuring and the idea they were watching made me want to show off for Tate. I wanted everyone to know that he was mine as much as I was his. I worked mymouth up and down his shaft, teasing the tip with my tongue each time I came up and letting him batter my throat each time I went down. I was desperate to taste his come and to please him.

His fist tightened in my hair and he groaned when I lifted my eyes to his, mouth still full of him.

“West wants to play, kitten.”

CHAPTER 52

Mills

Reagan made noises that would get me hard at the thought of them until the day I died. Her blow job could only be described as enthusiastic. She took Tate deep and there was a smile tipping her stretched out lips up each time she came up. She was putting on a hell of a show and I was getting tired of sharing. My control was hanging on by a thread.

Watching West move her body so he could wedge himself under her made me even harder. I could almost taste her juicy little pussy on my tongue as he yanked her panties to the side and made her ride his face. Reagan’s sounds got even better and I saw more than a few people in the audience reacting to them.

“Ride his face, kitten. Let the big, bad wolf eat you up.” Tate dropped his head back but he couldn’t let her out of his sight for long. He jerked his head back up and groaned as he watched her gag on his cock. “Fuck, kitten. You want your cream, don’t you?”

I would’ve rolled my eyes if Reagan hadn’t practically purred for him. I’d stayed away as long as I could. I squatted next to her and trailed my fingertips over her shoulders and back. “As soon as you finish here, angel, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the first room I can find, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream. This ass is mine tonight.”

Her body stiffened and her moans grew frantic around Tate’s dick as West made her come again. She reached out and grabbed my hand, a connection I hadn’t known I needed until she did it.

Tate shouted and the crowd watched as Reagan sucked his come down her throat like the angel she was. She didn’t miss a drop and finished him off with long, leisurely licks while she purred for him.

“That’s my good kitten.” Tate tucked himself back in his pants and West slipped out from under her. “Your turn, Mills.”

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