Page 37 of Twisted Devotion
Bo moans, “I’ve never felt another cock in you at the same time, Darlin’.” Through what sounds like a clenched jaw, he adds, “I’m about to come.”
And with both of them working together, my hand on my clit, my vision starting to tunnel, the black dots dancing while my whole body feels like it’s covered in a cold sweat—I come. Harder than I ever have before.
“Oh fuck yes. Keep going, Princess.” I feel Stevie move my hand so she can rub and smack my clit, and the feeling starts again. “She’s squirting, Bo.”
I must have pushed both of them out of my body, because I feel Stevie gripping and placing Bo back in to fuck me some more, which is quickly followed by him grunting, “Fuck I’m coming!” I feel the twitching of his cock filling me up, but it feels like they’re at the end of a tunnel, talking to me. My body goes limp, but I’ve never been so blissed out as I am right now.
I’m lying on Bo’s whole upper body; he has my legs spread and pulled back. Stevie is spreading me even further, inspecting. “Look at this hole dripping cum. We can’t let that go to waste, can we? You’re supposed to keep that in there.” She easily slides at least three fingers in, pushing Bo’s cum back in, then brings them to my mouth. “Open, you can’t waste.”
I open on command, sucking her fingers down, hollowing my cheeks, and humming.
With Bo’s eyes on me the whole time, as he whispers, “I’m hard again…”
* makes me want you - sombr
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
STEVIE
The following morning, we’re all on the couch in their living room watching whatever was trending on the streaming app. I’m between Bo and Audrey under a fuzzy blanket. Bo’s rubbing circles on my shoulder, and Audrey is doing the same on my calf that’s dangling over her lap.
There’s nothing better than this.
I have never felt more at home.
My soul is at peace, finally.
I must doze off for a second, the quiet and comfort finally letting me rest, especially after these brutal seventy-two-hour shifts—plus these two are wearing me the hell out. You’d think I was the one in my forties and not them.
The front door opens without any warning, and all three of our heads turn to the door—and my jaw falls.
Speechless—nothing can or will come out of my mouth.
Daniella Taylor.
Audrey’s voice cuts through the awkward silence. “Daniella, honey, what are you doing home? I thought you were staying with Kyle for summer break?”
How is Audrey not panicking right now…
In a venomous tone, Daniella bites out, “What the fuck is this, Stevie?” She doesn’t even acknowledge her mom’s words, hasn’t looked at either one of them—only me.
“I’m going to take that as my cue to go…” I whisper as I move the blanket off that’s covering all of us.
“No, don’t—” Audrey starts and grabs my arm, but Bo cuts her off before she can finish.
“I think it would be best for now.” As the words leave Bo’s mouth, Audrey’s hand falls from my arm, and he won’t even look me in the face as he stabs the knife into my heart.
I’m moving toward their room to grab all my things before anything else can be said. The stinging in my nose builds has me stopping to pinch the building burn. But there’s no use. My throat is clogging with tears as I go around their room collecting anything I know is mine and tossing it into my bags. I doubt they’ll want me back in their house after this.
I debate going out their back door, but I’ve never been out that way, so I put my big girl underwear on and head back to the living room. As I’m walking back in, I hear Daniella, “This is the three of you, isn’t it?! This is fucking crazy, Mom! What the actual fuck! That’s someone I used to call my best friend.” She’s holding her phone out in Audrey’s face, and I see the picture. It’s from last night.
Bo’s opening the door for us, and I have Audrey pressed against the car, kissing her, in a way that’s too heated a kiss for the public. But after what happened in the restaurant, I wasn’t risking Audrey being scared for us to be out in public.
That old bitch took our picture and sent it to Daniella.
The only thing that’s going through my head is I can’t catch a charge from harming that old lady. I’m not risking my midwife license for her. She’s not worth it.
