Page 64 of Lords of Misrule
“You think you could take me here?” He slides his cock over her clit and teases her pussy until she writhes against him.
“Always.” She nods, and he kisses her again before he slides inside. She moans for him, one of her legs tangling with his as he takes her deeper and starts to fuck her.
“Oh fuck, Charlotte. You’re so tight. Your come and his… It’s making you so fucking warm and wet. Fuck you’re such a good girl for us. Letting us have you like this.”
“I want to feel you come. Please, Finn.” Her nails rake down his back as he starts to fuck her harder. Her whimpering and gasping has me running a hand over my cock again.
Finn grabs her by her hair and tilts her head back, biting and licking his way down her throat while he takes her hard and fast. She whimpers that she’s close again, and his hand slides between them, massaging her clit as he fucks her. He groans loudly as he comes inside her, pulling out and letting the combination of the three of us drag over her inner thighs. She reaches out for him, and he kisses her again, slow languid kisses that make me look away for a minute. Then he lays her back against the pillows again, and she closes her eyes, catching her breath for half a minute before Rowan stands.
“You ready for me, Duchess?” Rowan’s voice breaks through the fog the rest of us are in, and she sits up, blinking for a moment as her eyes drift over him, and then rolling forward onto her knees, she crawls to him.
“Look at you. So fucking obedient already.” He grabs her by the throat, pulling her up and straightening her spine. “Did they fill my slut up or do you still have room for me?”
“For you.” She doesn’t have the same lust-filled look she had for Finn or even for me. The way she looks at him is different like she’s daring him to do his worst.
His fingers dip inside her, and he holds them out for her.
“Taste,” he orders.
She leans forward and takes them, sucking the tips of his fingers and then running her tongue over them like she wants every last drop of the three of us. Like she’s taunting him.
“Now me.” He grips the back of her neck and pulls her down, forcing her face to his cock. “Suck me, Duchess. Show them how much you crave the taste of me.”
I expect her to fight him on it. The way she fights him on everything. But her eyes go soft instead. To my surprise, she takes his cock greedily. Her hand wraps around him and counters the strokes of her mouth over his head. His fingers rake through her hair and then tighten around the strands as he pushes her face down on his cock, groaning with how good she must be sucking on him.
“I want to feel your throat, Duchess. Let me have it.” She moves her hand, and he pulls her down. There’s a little choking sound from her, and her eyes start to water but then she pulls away for a second before trying to take him deeper again on her own. I look up to see Rowan watching me watch them.
“You’ve got Hudson all worried. He thinks you don’t like it rough like this. He’s figuring out what a little slut you are for my cock. You think he can take watching you like this?”
I roll my eyes at him, too turned on from watching her to care much about what he’s saying. She pulls back though, looking over her shoulder to check on me and gives me a reassuring look. I smile at her, and she smirks when she sees I’m getting hard again. She looks back at Rowan, her palm running down his chest.
“What do you need?”
“You coming on my cock until I wear you out like my own personal whore while they watch.”
“Okay.” She steps down off the bed, pulling close to him and kisses his neck until he turns her around and bends her over the bed. He teases her with his fingers for a few moments and then slams inside, and she grabs a handful of the comforter.
Her breath leaves her for a moment when he takes her deeper and then she inhales another, gasping when he slams into her again. He’s rough with her, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her up. Fucking her hard while she begs for him to take her harder. By the time she’s close again, her face is buried in the sheets, and she’s a whimpering mess.
“I can’t again. I can’t. I’m so close, but I can’t.”
“You can for me.” He flips her over and hits his knees, burying his face in her pussy and sucking on her clit. He works her over until I can tell from her stuttered breaths, she’s close again. She gasps and her fingers white knuckle the edge of the bed while she spreads for him, her hips countering.
“Oh my god. Fuck… Yes. Please.” Her whimpering goes straight to my cock, and I see Finn have to shift next to me. “Fuck me, Rowan. Now.”
He stands again, sliding inside, and bends to kiss her throat once more before he wraps his hand around it, squeezing a little then fucking her hard again.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good when you taste like all of us, Duchess. You were made for this, made forus.” Rowan tightens his grip, and she cries out.
They come together, a sweaty fucking mess, making sounds that have me so fucking turned on I’m going to have to jack off again later thinking about them.
Finn reaches for her a few moments later, pulling her up the bed and nestling her in between the two of us. Then Rowan lays down, resting his head on her lap. She runs her fingers through his hair and leans her head on my shoulder while Finn kisses hers.
“That was… a lot for you. Are you okay?” I ask, sweeping some of the hair out of her face.
“I’m good. Just exhausted as was promised.” Her fingers brush over Rowan’s temple, and his eyes close. I’ve never seen the man as docile as he is right now, his head in her lap like he belongs to her.
“I’m gonna run a bath for you.” Finn kisses her cheek and then gets up, pulling on his sweatpants before he leaves.
