Page 96 of The Monster I Am
He pushes a finger inside, dragging it in and out slowly while his thumb presses into my clit and begins circling it.
I drop my head forward, the blood rushing to my brain as I dig my nails into the armrests. There’s a shuffle of movement infront of me and when I lift my head to investigate, Rylan steps onto the chair, fully naked as he fists his length.
“And these soft, pink lips.” He smirks, dragging his thumb along my mouth. “Perfect for fucking.”
He pushes his thumb past my lips, hooking my jaw in his grip and prying my mouth open. My eyes fall to the head of his cock, watching in fascination as Rylan smears a droplet of precum over the tip, his heated gaze locked firmly on my face.
“All mine,” he mutters huskily. He brings the tip to my lips, a throaty moan escaping from me when I taste him.
Behind me, Hunter grabs my hair, yanking my head back just as Rylan starts to push inside. I wrap one hand around the base while my palm flattens on the top of the armrest for support, eyes fluttering closed as Ry lets out a hiss, spurring me on.
His hips roll in small waves and I stroke the remaining length not in my mouth. Hunter rubs his cock along my slit a few times before slowly pressing inside my cunt, my hand stilling as pleasure starts spreading through my body.
“Fuck, Duchess,” Hunter whispers in a gravelly voice, digging his fingers in my hip. “You feel so fucking good.”
Ry hums in agreement, cupping my cheek as he moves faster into my mouth. “Your throat feels like home. I could fuck it forever and die happily.”
They pick up speed, fucking me in unison as the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room. Hunter snakes his arm around my body, fingers dancing along my clit as he rubs it in unison with his thrusts.
My head is spinning in circles, focus completely stolen by the pair of them. I feel them everywhere—hands touching me all over, cocks fitting my body perfectly. I’m not entirely sure I’m even breathing anymore but I don’t care. I crave more, need them on a level I can’t logically explain.
There’s only us. Our existence together in this room.
Pleasure is rapidly building in swirling waves as they fasten their pace. And suddenly I’m thrown into a climatic frenzy, whole body bursting into an uncontrollable explosion.
My screams are muffled by Rylan’s cock, and I’m still coming violently when I hear him growl and curse, the taste of his release pooling in my throat.
It’s a ricocheting domino effect, Hunter thrusting into me hard and fast before he groans low, joining us in the bliss.
I go limp over the chair, only vaguely aware of my surroundings when someone scoops me up in their arms.
Part of me knows I’m being carried toward the bedroom and I’m fully intending to continue our earlier argument. But before I can find strength to form the words, my back sinks into the soft mattress, a blanket is draped over me, and I drift off into a peaceful, much needed slumber.
Hunter was very clear with his strict instructions as he dropped poor Peyton off at my house.
Sorry—instruction.Singular.
Peyton must be provided dinner.
Maybe he’s forgotten that I’m also human and require food to function. Especially since the entire conversation centered around me being her dinner companion in his place. Call me crazy but I kind of assumed dinner would be on the menu. No pun intended.
My butler service has the night off so that only left one option.
Olive Garden.
Bread sticks for the win.
I just hope Peyton can look me in the eye tomorrow after watching me devour them in a manner only describable as unladylike.
“Dinner’s on me,” I tell her from across the table before wolfing down another stick.
Peyton smiles, sipping her lemonade. “I’m happy to pay my own, honestly.”
“No, no,” I say, waving my hand. “This baddie just started a job and received her first paycheck. It’s a special occasion. Let me treat you, queen.”
She relaxes, getting comfortable in the booth while gazing around at the quiet restaurant. “Did Hunter tell you about our weekly dinners?”
I shake my head at her. “Not really. Just that you do it every week but there was something he couldn’t reschedule tonight. Personally, I think his social battery is dead. Or that there’s some COD emergency.”
