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I drink in the sight, taking my time to memorize every curve. Fuck, this girl is something else. I lower myself to her, my mouth claiming hers. Those soft lips feel like sin, and I can't help but nip at them. Her moan spurs me on as I trail kisses down her neck. When I get to those perfect tits, I groan as I take in the sight of her. I lower my mouth over one peaked nipple.
“So good. Don't stop.” Her back arches off of the black couch.
I swap sides, giving the other one the same attention. I could do this all day. I grind my hips against her, the friction is sending me into a frenzy. Continuing my trail south, I plant little licks and nips down her belly. Meeting her gaze, I pause when I reach her perfect glistening pussy.
“Yes,” she rasps, and I devour. My tongue circles her clit, flicking over her nub again and again.
“You taste just as sweet as I imagined you would,” I say against her, loving how wet she is for me. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”
Her legs start to shake as I hold them down. I run my tongue over the length of her slit in a slow, teasing motion. Every time I come back to the top, I circle and flick her clit again and again. “Please… fuck… ughhh…” She’s so close. I plunge two fingers into her tight, pulsing pussy as I latch onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth and rub my tongue up and down. She cries out as her whole body shakes. Her fingers grip my hair, holding me against her. As if I ever want to leave this spot.
Slow licks bring her back down, drawing out the aftershocks of her orgasm. God, this girl is stunning when she comes. As her breathing starts to settle, I rise over her, enjoying the heat in her eyes as they watch my thumb wipe the moisture from my lip. Biting her own lip, she runs her hands under my shirt.
“My turn.” She sits up, fisting my shirt and tugging gently before standing to switch positions with me. When I’m sitting, she pulls the black fabric of my shirt over my head. Fallon places a hand on my chest and pushes me to lie across the couch, then straddles my lap. Fuck yes.
My hips pump up and down, grinding on her soaking pussy.
She leans down, trailing her lips down my body, mirroring what I just did to her. When she gets to my sweats, I lift my hips so she can pull themdown. She only does so far enough to grasp my dick. Her gasp of surprise brings a smirk to my face.
“Pierced? I’m not going to hurt you, am I?” She explores the piercing at the head of my dick. The entire length throbs in her hand as she strokes up and down.
“Everything you’re doing feels amazing.” My eyes roll back when she circles the crown with her thumb. I stop breathing when she takes it between those full lips. Her mouth is hot and wet as it envelops me. She pumps up and down with her mouth, then impresses me when she takes seven inches into her throat. I bury my hand in her beautiful hair.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan, completely at her mercy.
My orgasm is so close as I watch her take me to fucking heaven, every inch of me tingling with the sensations, every muscle tightening in anticipation. And when she looks up at me, those bright green eyes full of lust, her mouth full of my cock, I lose it. Pushing her down harder, my dick shoots hot spurts of cum deep in her throat. She moans, taking it all.
She sits up after swallowing like a good girl and licks her lips. “Thanks for dessert.”
Chapter 22
Matteo
By the end of the day Friday, my mind is a jumbled mass of conflict. Swirling my scotch in the crystal glass, my eyes glaze over as I zone out, staring off the porch out to the property. The hedge maze exists mostly because Declan has no self-control when it comes to projects he can use to terrorize people… or play paintball in. My mind replays the time Fallon kneed me in the nuts and tried to get away. A huff of a laugh escapes before I can stop it.
Shaking my head, I lean against the stone pillar, my thoughts shifting to the one person who has the ability to consume me. I had to shut off my computer to stop myself from watching the end of the show of her and Akio in his computer cave. Jealousy rises in me as I think back on those images… just like other parts of me rise. Why am I craving someone who’s not only the daughter of the son of a bitch I will kill, but also the woman that both of my brothers are clearly into?
I toss back the last of my drink to burn away these feelings. This sappy shit feels gross. Every day that passes, she’s more and more wrapped up in us. So now where does that leave us? I rushed in to take her and now that is going to bite us all in the ass.
And yet that possessive streak of mine just won’t ease. I can still taste the disgust from meeting with her father. Between his dismissiveness ofFallon and Clay’s possessiveness, every cell in my body is urging me to lock her away in this house and never let those monsters near her again. Add on the guilt that I deny is there when I speak with my brothers. We could give her some of the answers she’s looking for, but that could push her away from us completely. The truth is, I am terrified of how this will play out, and the longer we keep this secret the more likely she is to completely shut us out when she finds out. I have no doubt that could be what actually puts a rift between me and my brothers. The thought shifts my fear into anger and frustration. Fallon is a puzzle and complication that I do not need right now.
“Hey, Funshine. I got you something.” Declan strides out of the door, smirking like he has definitely been up to no good.
“Damn it, not you too. That's a hard no for me, dickbag.” I level him with a glare.
“Hey, you gotta admit, it's catchy. And the look on your face when we say it is funny as fuck. It's like you’re having an aneurysm.” Screwing up his face, he does a poor imitation of me. Seeing Declan this lighthearted is rare, which is probably why I indulge in his fuckery when he’s like this.
Exasperated, I shake my head. “Okay, so what’s my present?”
He turns and heads into the house, expecting me to follow… which of course I do. His gifts run along the violent, bloody side, so if I have to guess, we’re headed to the basement.
Bingo. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, I look down the hall and I’m not surprised to find our brother there weaving a knife through his fingers, his demons glittering in his eyes as he leans against the wall by one of our cell doors. Whatdoessurprise me is seeing Fallon leaning against the wall opposite of him, looking calm and determined.
“Well, color me intrigued.” I trail behind Declan and stop beside the closed door. Dec steps aside to allow me the first entry.
The view I’m met with has my gut clenching in rage, and adrenaline pumping through my body while the other three file in behind me. Officer O'Brian is tied to a metal chair, his vile threats muffled by a gag. Anger rages from his eyes, with just a hint of something else… fear.
A menacing grin spreads over my face as I turn to my brothers. Rolling up my sleeves, I crack my neck. “Well gentlemen, let's get started.” I pause as I notice Fallon hovering at the doorway. “And lady," I add, inclining my head for her to enter the room. That pulls a half-grin from her. If she were any other woman, I would have sent her away, but Fallon is one of us whether I want her to be or not.
