Page 97 of Claimed By my Father's Enemies
I move up onto my knees in front of her. She looks up at me through her lashes and her mouth opens before I've touched her. Easy. Immediate.
I don't go in yet.
I trace her lips with my dick, spreading pre-cum and watch her eyes go dark. "You want this?"
"Yes." she breathes
I press in and the heat of her mouth is enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
She puts a hand up and I catch her wrist. "No hands."
She drops it, crossing her arms behind her own back without being asked. So fucking willing. So completely given over to all three of us.
"I hold her face in both hands. "Open wide. I'm going to fuck your face."
She nods, eyes still on mine.
Behind me I can hear Adrian going rough and increasingly undone, the sound of it building. William's voice, hoarse, "God, Sienna, you're like a vice—"
But she's looking at me.
Black smudged at the corners of her eyes, hair wrecked, and she's looking straight at me while I hold her head in both hands and use her exactly the way I want. She takes every stroke. Stays right there with me. I'm close so I hold her face pressed to me and say "Take all of it". And she does. Swallowing me down. All of it.
I pull back, take her face in my hands and kiss her. Longer than I planned to because I need it. When I finally pull back I drop to the mattress.
I can hear in the sounds behind me that Adrian and William aren't far off. I reach over and find Sienna's clit working it with my fingers and she comes hard and fast taking them both with her. William's voice rough and breaking, Adrian's grunt low and almost pained.
Sienna is still draped over William's chest. Her face turned into his skin, his hand moving through her hair in long slow strokes. Adrian has a heavy, possessive hand resting low on her back. I'm staring at the ceiling waiting for my body to remember how to function.
I turn my head.
Sienna's eyes are open and a little wild. The kind of wild that means overloaded. I watch her for a moment.
"You ok?" I mouth to her.
She smiles at me. Slow, total, nothing reserved.
Nods.
I lean over and kiss her once, quick, then start to sit up.
Her hand closes on my arm.
"Where you going?" Her voice still hoarse from screaming. "Stay."
I take her hand. Turn it over. Press my mouth to the inside of her wrist and hold it there for a moment.
"Gonna put out the candles," I say. "Be right back."
She holds my eyes for one second. Then nods and closes her eyes, settling her face back against William's chest.
The living room is still full of light. Candles on every surface, every shelf, the whole room warm and glowing. I start at the far end and work my way back toward the door.
There are a lot of them.
This is going to take forever.
I smile.
