Page 55 of Come Alive
Mateo and Kazi shouldn’t be home. This was perfec–
“What are you doing?” Mateo’s voice came from behind them.
James faltered midstep.
He’s going to kill me.
Chapter 33
Yara
Irritated. Horny. Pregnant. Maybe a little hungry?
“If you don’t all fuck me. Together. I am going to go shove three dildos inside myself to fucking feelingsomething!I am so god damn horny and NONE of you are helping.”
Squirming against James, I attempted to free myself, but he held on tighter.
“You heard our woman. We all agreed to make her happy. This isn’t making her happy. Get Kazi and meet us in the bedroom, I will be starting without you both. Her needs are not being met.” James placed a kiss on the top of my head, before marching us further down the hallway.
To our bedroom, in our new house. The one we had moved into just a week ago.
“James,” I exhaled breathily. “That was fucking hot.”
He didn’t answer as he kicked the door open. He murmured in my ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps along my arms. “I have missed your needy cunt. I want it dripping with my cum. Now show me where you put those plugs.” James placed me gently into the ground as my core throbbed in desperation.
Stabilizing, I crept across the soft carpet to the nightstand. Opening the bottom drawer, I revealed all of the items I had acquired in the last few weeks. I had agreed to take a step back from my company during my pregnancy, but that didn’t mean I was going to relinquish my own desires.
James peered over my shoulder, humming his approval. “What a good girl, you even bought lube.” He bent over, pulling the butt plug and bottle of lube from the drawer.
My excitement rose as he turned to face me, his eyes swirling hypnotically.
“Now, take off the robe and get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Present your cunt to me, and I will make you feel good.” James inclined his head.
A part of me wanted to fight him, to not do as told. But his voice was calming, inviting. As if he were asking me for a cup of coffee not for an unobstructed view of my cunt.
Disrobing, I didn’t attempt to cover the stretch marks marring my growing stomach. Nor did I hide the ones painting my breasts.
Instead, I focused on the task at hand, perching on the end of the bed on my hands and knees.
“The brat listens to you?” Mateo grunted from the doorway, but I ignored him.
“Shush. She is a good girl.” James moved closer to me. “Whose ass I’m going to prep so she is ready for all of us. That’s what you want, isn’t it Yara? For us to fill you with our cum? Your throat, your cunt, and your ass?”
Instead of answering, I whimpered in agreement.
“Her ass is mine,” Mateo growled.
The unmistakable sound of a bottle opening filled the room, and a moment later, a cold, wet, slippery intrusion pressed against my tight rim of muscle.
“I’m not so sure I’ll allow that,” James advised. “Kazi, her clit.”
I hadn’t heard or seen Kazi enter the room, but just a few beats later, whirring hit my ears followed by immediate pleasure as the vibrator found my clit.
Kazi laid down beside me, his free hand reaching up to gently caress my sensitive breast, eliciting an appreciative groan as I leaned into him. He lifted up, pressing his full lips to mine for an instant connection.
Our souls intertwined as he filled me with his emotions, his love, his desire.
“Scuttlebutt?” he murmured against my lips.
