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I gasp but wrap my legs around his hips, hooking them at the ankles.
Our bare chests press, but I can feel how hard my nipples are. I’m staring up at him, my head tipped back as he looks down, his perfect mouth hovering over mine.
“Did he dothis, Cherry?” he rasps.
With one arm wrapped around me, he grips my ass before grinding his cock over my center. I shudder and let out a whimper before I nod.
“Yes.”
Wells forces my body backward, his palm slapping onto the counter as he rocks his hips forward again and again.
I wrap my arms around him as my mouth falls open, and my eyes close. Because Wells is fucking my naked body through his slutty board shorts. His mouth is on my neck, and he’s dragging it over my collarbone as I fucking pant.
“Oh my god,” I breathe out as he grips my ass harder, forcing me against him.
His lips come to my ear. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I whine, moving my hips.
“Do you want to come all over my shorts, Cherry?”
“Fuck…please, yes, Wells.”
He sucks on my earlobe, but it’s only because he’s a bastard, before he says, “But are you allowed to come, Margot?”
I could scream. Instead, I grab his face and push it back until we’re eye to eye.
He can see that I’m mad, but Wells doesn’t care. He smiles and twists his head to nab my hand with his mouth before he sucks on my fingers, letting them go with a pop before he says, “Good girls get rewarded, remember?”
I will commit homicide if he doesn’t follow through.
Begrudgingly, I answer, “No. I don’t get to come until it’s with all of you. Right?”
Because I remember that stupid fuckboy motto too.
He grins and reaches behind him, unhooking my ankles and tapping my leg. So I release him and blow out a breath, making my lips flap.
Wells chuckles, stepping back, but as I begin to close my legs, he gently slaps his palm to the inside of my thigh. I jump, looking back at him wide-eyed.
“Uh-uh. That’s not all you did today.”
Oh. We’re not done. Well, shit.
His fingertips creep up my thigh, and I suck in a breath because he reaches out and spreads my pussy open.
“Fuck,” I pant.
His fingers have no sense of urgency as they play with me, running lazy figure eights over my clit, pressing hard enough to tease, but not enough to make me come.
Wells’ voice is so full of gravel it’s deadly as he watches what he’s doing. “Tell me how he did it?”
My eyes almost roll into the back of my head as I answer, “He had ice cream.”
Well smirks. “Did he eat it off your cunt?”
He applies more pressure, and I shiver. All I can do is nod.
There are no more words left. Because if their objective was to get me out of my head and make me feral enough to only think about sex, they’ve achieved the goal.
