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Maintaining eye contact, I suck the tip into my mouth.
A muscle along Zane’s jaw jumps, but he’s perfectly still otherwise.
“Fuckinghell, Siren You’re going to kill me with eyes like that.”
“She’s going to killZane.” Sam sounds practically giddy about it.
“Show him how perfect your mouth feels, baby. I bet he’ll come in five minutes.”
“Three,” Kane counters, bumping fists with Sam as they make a bet.
“Fuck off,” Zane snaps, shaking with fury. “You can both go to he—” His voice catches as he swallows the rest of his sentence.
“Two. Final answer.”
“Deal.”
The men shake on it, and I laugh around Zane’s cock in my mouth. He glares, but I catch the way his throat bobs. A bead of sweat drips down his temple. His fists clench the sheets.
A smirk curves on my lips as I suck on the tip, then bob my head lower, enjoying the way his breath catches as I give his balls a gentle squeeze. He may have won the battle over Kane’s dick, buthis—hot and heavy on my tongue—his dick is mine.
Chapter 19
Zane
When Kanefirst proposed the idea of sharing Mercy, I absolutely hated it. Every fiber of my being was on edge, because I knew that if he got a taste of her—alone or otherwise—I was fucked.
I never imaginedbeingfucked.
Not by her.
It doesn’t matter that it’s her mouth instead of her pussy—she wields that hot hole like the weapon it is, licking and sucking my cock like her favorite lollipop. I didn’t even know she had experience with dicks, because wasn’t she a virgin until five minutes ago? Why the hell does she get off ongetting me off?
I grit my teeth as she smirks up at me, completely smitten with herself and her dirty plan. I was already hard from swallowing Kane’s load, and now she wants to show how good she is at swallowingmyload. Is this a competition, or something?
How the hell do I forfeit, because?—
Mercy hollows out her cheeks and I stop breathing. I can’t.I can’t.Pleasure radiates from the tip of my cock all the way through my shaft, drawing my balls up in record time.Fuck.Fuck.This can’t be happening. I can’t let Mercy fucking Morningstarwin.
With a growl, I wrap her luscious locks around my fist and hold her down. Her cheeks puff out as she tries to breathe.
Yeah, you’re notthatexperienced.
“You dirty slut. You want all your holes filled with cum, don’t you?” I picture it now, Mercy lying on her back with cum leaking out of her ass, pussy, and mouth all at once—or we could stripe her entire body in white, coating her in our seed. I think I like that picture better, and I know that Kane would too. Painting her body as ours is poetic, in a filthy sort of way.
“Sam filled up your pussy, and now it’s my turn to cover your tongue, isn’t it?” I click my tongue against my teeth. “It’s too bad that Kane can’t fit in your ass, or we could fulfill your dirty little fantasy right now. Does that make you hot? Does it get youwet?”
I’m saying too much, but it’s a distraction from the way her throat constricts around my head. I doubt she has experience deep throating anyone, so if I’m too rough with her, she might vomit.
If it wouldn’t gross me out, I’d be tempted for the sheer fact that it would put her in her fucking place.
Trying to outdomein a blow job?
Im-fucking-possible.
I’ve been training my throat for years, and what has she been doing? Drawing pictures and mismanaging her sleep? Scoffing, I pull her head up to watch fat tears roll down her cheeks. That’s better. The tension in my chest loosens enough that I can take a full breath. She maywantto be better than me, but there’s no fucking way she’ll ever get there, especially not by practicing on my cock. I’m not as thick or as long as Kane, but I have a wicked curve that throws some people off their first time.
Mercy, however, doesn’t have the experience to know otherwise. She bobs her head like a subservient little bitch, eagerto please. I pull her hair to keep her from going back down. It’s when she’s too deep that I’ll falter, and I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me come. She’s going to have to work for it.
