Page 91 of Die for You
We’ve never had a girl like this before. Not a whole lot of preamble before a puck bunny’s on her knees or splayed open for us.
Those days are behind us now. So far behind us, I can’t remember what they were like. How any other woman smelled, what being touched felt like. What life was like before Aurora.
Before her, everything was foggy. With her, the fog has cleared.
In my joggers, my cock twitches as I finally allow my hands to trail down to the flesh of her ass. Parted with a pretty black thong little more than a ribbon between her cheeks. She groans as I knead her glutes. Her whole body is tight and tense like a string ready to snap.
A lifetime of stress. A mountain of worry and fear from living with that asshole ex of hers for far too long.
In answer, I lean down and lick from her jaw to her ear. She trembles beneath me. I nip her lobe before sucking it, and she whimpers. “Why the hell does that feelso good?”
“Everything we do to you will,” Knox promises.
With quick hands, I unclasp her bra, slipping the straps down her arms, before flipping her on her back. The bra is tossed, forsaken. Hopefully lost to the abyss.
She’s on full display before us, glorious tits lobbing to the side, perfect pink nipples peaked. The only bit of her hidden away from us is what little her thong covers.
When she takes in our gazes on her, she moves to cover herself. Damien pounces, pinning her arms down on the mattress. “Not a chance,” he growls. “You won’t hide from us.”
More lotion and we’re massaging those perfect tits, her arms, hands, thighs. Her eyes flutter shut, relaxing against the mattress and letting us touch her wherever we want. Do whatever we want to her.
Trust. She finally trusts us. Nothing has tasted sweeter.
I can’t take the buildup anymore. My cock throbs in my pants, balls aching, and I need her. Now.
With a single finger, I tug her thong to the side, unveiling her bare pussy. Already glistening for us. The tip of my finger barely brushes her clit, but it’s enough to make her jerk and hiss through her teeth.
Before I can continue, though, she sits up and balances on her knees. “No. It’s your turn. Pants off.”
“She thinks she’s in charge,” Damien muses.
“So cute.” Knox grins, even as we follow her orders.
Aurora slides off the bed, and I hold my breath until she fixes her gaze on me. She sinks to her knees before me, brown eyes looking up at me through dark lashes. My mouth goes dry.
“You’re first,” she purrs. “A massage for a massage.”
Fuck, I’ll give her a massage every day if it gets me treatment like this once in a lifetime. I caress her jaw as she wraps her hand around my cock, hard and aching for her. She strokes slowly while the other hand guides mine to the back of her head.
We don’t need words to understand each other. I thread my fingers through her hair and tug.
Her head jerks back, and she grins. “Good boy.”
I pull her hair again, harder this time. Hard enough to draw tears. “Goodgirl.”
Despite the glitter of unshed tears, she smirks. But she doesn’t say another word before her tongue flicks out and swirls around the swollen head of my cock.
She keeps her eyes open to watch me sign to her.That’s it, angel. That’s it. Taking my cock like my good fucking girl.
“I’m growing impatient, angel,” Damien warns, sitting on the edge of the mattress before he tugs her toward him, his cock already fisted in his hand and waiting for her.
“That sounds like a you problem,” she challenges, but she doesn’t push Damien off as he yanks her toward him and pushes his cock past her lips.
Her gag makes all three of us groan. I pump my cock, glistening with her saliva, already desperate to be back inside her.
She reaches for me and Knox, stroking us while her head bobs up and down on Damien. I grit my teeth. Pleasure pulses through my cock with every stroke. She’s in for a long night.
Knox fists his hand in her hair and pulls her toward him. A trail of saliva lands on her chin, but she doesn’t get time to wipe it away before her mouth swallows him.
