Page 86 of Three Irish Kings
This is so embarrassing.
He lets out a ragged breath. “Fuck, look at you. This perfect arse of yours. Just begging for my hand. Begging to turn red.”
He draws his palm along one of the cheeks, and I gasp out a moan.
Then he lifts his hand and brings it down, the sting making my back arch.
“Ow, fuck! That hurt!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I lift my head, looking at him, breathless.
“No.”
“I’ll be merciful and just give you five this time.”
Whack, whack.
The first three land on the same sore side. Then another two on the other. By the time he’s done, my ass stings, and I’m slick down my thighs, panting.
“Please, I need….”
Liam scoffs. “Of course, being punished only made you more wanton.”
I look at the tent in his pants. “You’re one to talk?”
Liam thins his lips, but then shrugs. “Since this is all your fault, I should punish you again by fucking you senseless.”
I breathe out, “Please…”
“Get up.”
I twist around on his lap, and Liam grunts, picking me up and depositing me on the bed. “Get up here, Cill. Want you in her mouth while I’m fucking her.”
“What about me?” There's just the edge of a whine to Dare’s voice.
I look up at him as Cillian approaches the bed.
Liam’s lips twitch. “You jealous?”
“Always,” he mutters, something in his eyes I can’t quite name.
I start to frown, but then Liam puts me on my hands and knees, right in front of Cillian, who stands at the edge of the bed. He’s already got his cock out, stroking the thick length.
I can’t tear my eyes away.
“To bad. For now, you can jerk off while you watch. You’ve been spoiled enough by her already,” Liam orders, and another shudder runs over me.
I love it when he takes charge like this.
Besides, it’s true. Idospoil Dare. I can’t really help it. I want his hands all over me, all the time, but it’s the same with all of them. Dare is just easier to convince.
Before I can tell them I want them all, Liam slides into me, and I lose my train of thought.
Chapter Twenty-Two
DARE
