Page 98 of Shattered Souls
“I need your words, Ry.”
“Yes.”
With a gentle nudge, Royce whispers loud enough for me to hear, “Go show Logan just how much you appreciate him taking care of Aurora today.”
Stepping forward, Riley falls to her knees before me, and I groan aloud as she tilts her head back and stares up at me with wide, lust-blown eyes.
“Not this again,” Grayson groans under his breath. “I’m not fuckingwatchingthis time.”
I don’t give a shit what he does. I only have eyes for the red-haired goddess in front of me. “Fuck, Shortcake, you look so good on your knees for me.”
She knocks my hand aside as she slides her smaller one up and down the front of my jeans. “I want to take care of you, too.”
Fuuuuck. This woman is perfect for me. For us.
With steady hands, she undoes the button of my jeans and tugs the zipper down, sliding them over my hips until they fall to the floor. My boxers are next, and I toss my head back and groan as her dainty fingers wrap around my length.
“Shortcake,” I rasp, looking down at her as her hand moves up and down, working me over. Those beautiful hazel eyes lift to mine, holding as her mouth opens and she slowly threads my head past her lips.
She feels like heaven wrapped around me, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue driving me wild as it circles my sensitive slit.
Coming up behind her, Royce strokes a hand down her hair. She stiffens for a brief second, her movements stuttering, but Royce calms her, getting on his knees behind her and murmuring, “Look how good you’re taking Logan’s cock. Such a filthy little slut for us.”
She moans around my shaft, causing my hips to buck and pushing me to the back of her throat. Her fingers dig into my thighs, and I can’t wait to stare at the half-moon marks later and recall this moment. This fierce queen on her knees for me.
“Look at you, sucking Logan’s dick like a pro,” Royce continues to purr, his fingers undoing Riley’s jeans before sliding into her panties. “You love it when we fuck your face, don’t you, Babydoll?”
She moans around my cock, and unable to hold back, I slide my hand into her hair, pulling on the strands until I can fist them in one hand. My hips thrust forward, her throat constricting around me until I feel as though I’m about to explode.
I force it back, not yet ready for this to be over. Not until I feel her constricting around me while she comes.
“You like the taste of Logan’s cum, James?”
Fuck. I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but listening to Royce and watching the way Riley responds, her chest blooming red and her body rocking with her need for friction.
“Fucking soaked for us.”
I groan, the base of my spine tingling and my toes curling in my sneakers as I fight off the urge to come down her throat.
Royce chuckles, and I force my focus away from my aching ballsack, watching as he finger fucks Riley.
“I think Logan’s about to explode. You going to come on my fingers Babydoll so Logan can fuck your throat?”
Another vibration around my shaft has my knees threatening to buckle, and I let out a slew of curses.
One of Riley’s hands twists around her back, and she must stroke Royce through his pants because he smirks. “Such a greedy girl. Not satisfied with Logan, are you? You need my cum too?”
At her whimpered vibration, I bark out a strangled laugh. “I think that’s a yes.”
Her eyes flick to Grayson, who, despite his protestations, has remained a silent participant, watching from the sidelines. At the heat darkening her hazel eyes, I purr, “You want all of ourcum tonight, Shortcake? Want all three of us to fill you up until you’re dripping?”
Her entire body shudders, and Royce groans as she likely constricts around his fingers. Her throat is tight as fuck, and it’s a miracle that I haven’t lost my battle against her hot wet mouth yet.
Royce grins, but it’s feral. “Let Logan fill your belly with his cum, and maybe I’ll consider filling that sweet cunt of yours.”
“Come with me,” I rasp, seconds from exploding down her throat. Her gaze flicks to Grayson again, and with a snarl, I snap at him, “Stop hovering and get the fuck over here. Give our girl what she needs.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snaps. Still, he drops to his knees beside her and pulls up her top before yanking down her bra, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She fucking loves it—having all three of us worshipping her. Writhing on Royce’s fingers, she arches into Grayson’s touch as she hums around my shaft.
