Page 62 of Wicked Deceit
Seger Dominic West.
Oh, God. Swirl. Swirl. Letter. Another damn letter. Another, and another—oh hell. I’m going to combust before he does everyone else's name. But he backs off again, trailing kisses on my inner thighs. I briefly thought of slamming my thighs closed and forcing him back again, but he must have read my mind. He dives back in, this time spelling Zeppelin’s full name.
Zeppelin Declan West.
Fuck. My head lolls back on its own, no longer able to keep it upright.
Carter James Cunningham
"Mmm, Sunshine," Chase's muffled voice says between licks. "You taste delicious as always." Twisted words slip from my weighted tongue, making little sense if any.
If you ran the alphabet together, you’d get aklsdjfak; lsdjf; aklsdjflajds. And that's what I sound like, panting like a dog.
And then, Carter opens his smooth mouth, incapacitating me more—smooth fucker.
"I'm claiming your ass today," Carter whispers, nipping at my ear. Goosebumps erupt on every piece of my naked flesh. My pussy flutters around him, nearly coming on the spot, but Chase keeps holding off on the pressure. Writing their names as soft as possible on my clit.
"Mmhmm," he whispers again. "I thought you might like that. I'm going to shove my baseball bat dick so far up your ass, and you'll remember who you belong to. You’re mine. You’re theirs. You’ll remember that, won’t you? You won’t go wandering off doing stupid shit and hurt yourself, will you? No. You’re. Fucking. Ours." Words are unattainable right now, no matter if I could get my tongue to work, I can't make a sound.
"Words, baby girl." Zepp's warm breaths flutter against my breast, sucking my hardened nipple into his mouth. The slickness of his tongue rolls over the tip, shuddering my body.
"She's so close," Carter grits out, running a hand through my hair. He grabs hold, angling my head to expose my neck.
His thrusts start up again, slow and steady. He's holding back with every ounce of willpower he possesses. He wants to ram into me to keep claiming me until I'm a mess.
"Faster," he hisses, shoving his fingers into Chase’s hair, shoving his face further into me.
Without protest, Chase's tongue works double-time, sweeping back and forth. Up and down. Spinning in circles until his whole mouth suctions around my clit. Forget the names he’s etching onto my clit; he’s driving this whole thing home in one flick of his tongue.
I detonate with a sharp cry, exploding into oblivion and calling out their names in raspy chants. I curl my fingers tighter in Chase's hair. Shit. I’m a goner, sinking further and further into the abyss of my blinding orgasm. White takes over my vision, and my muscles seize, spasming and contracting without my consent.
"Holy shit," Chase rasps, climbing to his shaky feet.
My blurry eyes open on his glistening face. He leans in, forcing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself on his wicked tongue.
Carter grunts, pulling himself out of my pussy. His fingers dance in my come, collecting it. I moan into Chase's mouth, grabbing the sides of his face. Carter preps me with his fingers, loosening my ass slowly.
My limbs wobble like limp noodles in Carter's arms. When they promised to take my chaotic thoughts away, they delivered. My breaths shudder in my chest: my heart pounds, a desperate drumbeat against my ribs.
"Come here," Chase whispers, guiding my body onto him. His dick throbs, looking angry and purple from holding back for so long. He enters my pussy in one agonizingly slow thrust. Groaning his name, I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine.
Carter settles behind me, patiently pushing himself into my ass. He takes his time, shoving his gigantic dick into me with the help of lube, and I'm thankful. My body would have rejected him if he had gone too quickly. He's thicker and longer than the other three. I was always too scared to take him there, but that fear evades me right now.
Every inch of my body bursts into flames as they work together, thrusting in tandem. One in, one out. Over and over. Fingers brush my sensitive clit, sending shivers down my spine. I clench around them, making them groan together, picking up their speed.
Hands glide through my hair, grabbing hold. I don't care who it is or what they want me to do. I'll do anything right now. Zepp stands beside Chase outside the tub, stroking himself from base to tip, rolling his thumb over his leaking slit. He stares down at me with a raw, longing hunger swimming in his eyes.
And who am I to deny him anything?
My tongue swirls over his tip, humming with appreciation. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck his throbbing dick into my mouth the rest of the way. I bob my head and take him into the back of my relaxed throat, receiving his moans and mumbled words of praise.
"Fuck shit," Carter grunts. His hips slap heavily against mine, moving my entire body forward, forcing me up and down on Chase.
Chase's face twists as he grunts, lifting his hips, meeting me thrust-for-thrust. He throbs harder, bouncing off my fluttering walls. Fingers dig into my flesh, leaving bruises behind in their wake. Three distinctive grunts echo throughout the bathroom. Carter's deep growly whines. Chase's wheezing grunts. And Zepp's breathless murmurs. They're a symphony playing in harmony with each other—strings whining in tune, orchestrating a single prayer of worship to my body.
When I open my watery eyes, Zepp takes a step back. His chest heaves, glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Later, baby girl," he murmurs, running a finger down my aching jaw. "If I keep this up, I'll come down your throat." I arch a brow at him, and he grins. "I want to bury myself deep in your ass before coming." I shiver at his words. Yeah, okay. That works, too.
Carter bites into the crook of my neck, grunting my name. His hips sputter with uneven thrusts. Every muscle in his body tightens, getting more rigid and out of control.
