Page 105 of Death Warden
I opened my eyes to see him touching himself. A thick bead of precum glistened from the head of his cock. It made my mouth water to know that just watching my pleasure was doing that to him. Now I just needed them to hit the target and burst the pleasure bubble.
Logan slid his arms down to my pubic bone and over it, teasing my folds with slick fingers.
Oh, God, Ineededhim to touch me there. Fuck this submission shit. It was not getting me what I wanted. I needed to take charge, to demand what I wanted. “Please.”
“Allow me,” Curo said.
Logan shifted out of the way, adjusting himself. The huge outline of his cock was visible in his light gray joggers, which were dotted with wet patches from his arousal.
But then Curo had taken his place. He grabbed my thighs, his large hands gripping me so hard that I felt the pricks of his nails dig into my skin. The bite was good, and I wanted more. Curo dragged me down the bed, making me feel like a helpless doll. Maybe I was wrong about the submission thing. It felt good to not be in charge, to not tell someone what to do, to have them anticipate my every need. Curo pushed my legs up and opened me wide to expose me, which was exactly what I wanted.
I looked down at his wicked face, at the need in his eyes.
“Get ready to scream for me, Adi.”
He lowered his face to my pussy and parted me with a sweep of his tongue. I gasped, hips jerking upward. He did it again, this time stopping at my clit to circle and flick.
“Fuck, Curo…” I was panting now, desperate for him.
“Ask me to eat you out, Adi.”
I looked up at Spectre. His fiery eyes bored into me. “Ask him.”
Curo licked me again, lightly, not near enough pressure to burst that bubble inside of me. His eyes fluttered closed as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
I reached for him, but Spectre grabbed my wrist. He pulled hard, stretching my body out until I had no wiggle room. “No touching. Not yet. Ask.”
Spectre held my arms over my head. My breasts strained as my back arched under his hold. Curo had my legs on lockdown while he hovered over just where I needed him to be.
My chest swelled with need. “Curo, please eat me out.”
“With pleasure.” Curo dove in, latching onto my clit and sucking, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that lifted my ass off the bed. He cupped it, holding me to him as he feasted before pressing me back onto the mattress.
He devoured me like I was a delicacy, alternating between sucking on my clit, flicking it, and pushing into me with his thick, wide tongue.
I let him have me, knees pressed to the bed either side of me, held down by his hands as he gorged on me. I couldn't move. Could only receive as my men demanded my body yield to them.
When Spectre let go of my arms, I slid my hands into his hair, holding him to me as I moaned and gasped my pleasure.
Logan licked his lips and then tugged himself free. He palmed his cock and began to pump, his moans joining mine.
Yes. Oh, God. Yes. I was so fucking close.
Curo hummed against my clit and the vibration unraveled me. I came against his mouth with a guttural cry.
“Fuck!” Spectre wound his hand in my hair and yanked my head back to claim my mouth in a bruising kiss as I ground myself against Curo.
Curo lapped at me, devouring my orgasm like it was nectar, before rearing up and pushing the tip of his huge cock into me.
For a moment I couldn't breathe. My walls were still contracting from the powerful orgasm. And now he was about to fill me to the brim. Too full. I was going to burst open if he… He inched in deeper.
Spectre backed away slightly, hand going into his joggers.
I focused on Curo, a sob clawing at my throat. “I can’t…too much.”
“Never too much.” He stretched me deeper, wider, until he was in as far as he could go, then he began to thrust, and I was lost.
I would give any of these men whatever they asked. I would do whatever they wanted. They had me in hand. They had me in heart.
