Page 122 of The Truth of Our Secrets

Then I’m stumbling down the hall, playing the game.

Emmet’s arms circle my waist, lifting me off my feet with a growl.

“Miss Rose,” he murmurs in my neck.

“Emmet, you should be in class. Do you have a pass?” My pulse quickens. In my peripheral vision, I see Jayce’s feet casually crossed next to the wall. Emmet cradles me so my ass is higher than my torso.

He sets me back on my feet.

Emmet kneels, looking up at me with his beautiful brown eyes. “Miss Rose, you’ve made a mess of your pretty pussy. It’s so full of cum. I’ll help you clean up.” The flat of his tongue drags up my calf where there’s a river of their releases. He doesn’t miss a drop and his eyes close as he tastes us.

“You’ve always been such a helpful boy.” I push his hair off his forehead while he drinks the steady flow running down my leg. “I’d like to reward you for taking care of me. What can Miss Rose do for you?” I ask, talking about myself in the third person to maintain the fantasy.

“No clue.” He feigns innocence. “No one has ever rewarded me before. Am I doing this right?” His lips are at the apex of my thighs, so close to where I want them.

“You’re a quick learner,” I say. “Do you want more? Would you like to lick me where you shouldn’t? I’ve never let a student touch me. Will you be the first?”

“Yes, please, Miss Rose.” His tongue darts out and laps at one of my lips. “Here? Can I taste you there?”

“You’ve been so good, I’ll let you.”

Jayce blankets me from behind and palms my breast as Emmet eats me.

“Miss Rose, can I taste the man who made a mess of you?” He’s staring at us from under his lashes and the innocent tone with his devilish smile ignites my need.

“This is my boyfriend, Jayce.” I stretch my arms up to wrap them around his neck. “Jayce, this is Emmet, the student I was telling you about.”

“I’ve heard you’re a very good boy, Emmet. You deserve to learn all the ways Miss Rose likes to be touched and licked. And then I’ll teach you what I like.” Jayce tugs his hair so his neck stretches up.

“Please, Daddy.” His usual teasing tone is absent, bordering on pleading.

“Don’t waste all the cum.” Jayce steps back and opens the door to the break room. “Lay her on the table and bury your face between her legs.”

When I’m on the table, Jayce shoves Emmet’s face in my pussy. “Make her come.”

He holds Emmet down, who groans and the vibration races through my body.

Bending so his lips are on Emmet’s ear, he says, “Our Baby Girl has never taken two cocks in her pussy before.” Emmet lets out a throaty sound of surprise. “She saved it for you. For our Angel.”

Emmet’s eyes widen and he fights Jayce’s hold to ask, “Is that true?” His eyes swing between us. We tell him yes and he’s shocked.

“Fuck our girl, and I’ll fuck you,” Jayce orders. “We need to show you how thankful we are for cleaning her up.”

Emmet slides in and I moan like the whore I am. There’s no shame between us and they love how much I want them inside me. Jayce is behind Emmet, working him open with this mouth, and I watch his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck, J-Bear, you’re my daddy too.”

Jayce answers but we can’t understand him and neither of us is going to ask him to repeat it. Emmet circles his hips and hits the right spot. My insides coil around his dick and exaltation races through my body. I inhale the smell of sex and groan.

“Right there.” I chase his cock, lifting my hips.

Jayce stands and produces more lube from thin air. The man should get a sex God of the year award for thinking ahead.

I feel the moment he enters Emmet and we have him between us. Emmet is ours. Ours to fuck. Ours to keep. Ours to help him make his dreams come true.

We find a natural rhythm like we’ve done this for years. Sex has never been so satisfying. They’re communicating through touch and roll their hips at the same time. It’s the sexiest dance and my body heats, readying for another orgasm. We climb higher and higher. I’m flying and they’re here to catch me.

My walls spasm around Emmet and a keening sound rips from my throat. Emmet drives into me harder and harder. The table moves across the floor and we knock chairs over. He’s hittingmy G-spot over and over and another orgasm crashes over me in waves, stealing my vision.

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