Page 47 of Savage Prince
I shake my head.
“Why not?”
I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. “Because ... it seems wrong.”
“Is any of it really wrong if everyone’s okay with it?”
“I guess not.”
The woman’s back bows off the cushion, and my inner muscles clench at what she must be feeling.
“I bet you’d scream even louder. Two cocks. Four hands. Might finally tame you. Then again, I’m a greedy motherfucker and I like you wild.” He growls the last words, igniting my core, and I shift on his lap. “You like that I want to keep you all to myself. That I’d rather fuck you while they watch, wishing they could have you.”
“I don’t know.” My voice sounds hesitant. Nothing like the bold me who walked in the front door of this place.
“You do, but you haven’t admitted it to yourself yet. You will.”
The man in the corner stands and approaches the trio.
“My turn.” He unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock. “I want her mouth.”
My stranger’s hand clasps my ankle before working up my leg to stop on my thigh. “I want your mouth. I want to feel you swallow me down. My cock hitting the back of your throat as you try to take me deeper.”
I suck in a breath.
“I jacked off this week imagining fucking your face. You on your knees in front of me. Those dark brown eyes wide as you swallow every last drop.”
I tear myself away from the scene to meet his heated gaze. He pushes my dress up my thighs and skims a finger over my pussy.
“Fuck me, you’re not wearing panties.” His voice deepens, becoming hoarser.
“You stole them last time.”
“But you didn’t know I’d be here.”
“Maybe I was hoping.”
His finger traces the seam of my lips as he bites down on his. I reach up and use my fingertip to tug his lip free.
“I want to bite your lip.” I don’t know where it came from, but my admission is the truth.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Boldness, the kind that set me on this path tonight, rises up, and I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him down to me. I drag my teeth over his full lower lip.
His lungs heave, and before I can finish what I started, he pushes a thick finger inside me. I turn my head into his shoulder as he fucks in and out of me.
“Not. Fair.” I bite out the words, my teeth digging into the muscle hidden beneath the soft fabric.
“Don’t ever expect me to play fair.”
He brings me all the way to the edge, clenching around him, before he pulls away.
“Wait—”
“No, I want you to come on my face.” He moves me off his lap and goes to his knees on the floor. “Watch them and imagine they’re watching you.”
That’s all he says before he buries his face between my legs, lashing me with his tongue.
