Page 62 of Stay Little Fighter

I’ve seen firsthand how much Kingston enjoys denial, and I’m preparing myself to feel that kind of frustration again.

Ronan drags my head back, his eyes almost black his pupils are blown so wide. “Are you close, Sparrow?”

I nod, a moan escaping in place of an answer.

“I bet you need to come so badly, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I sob.

At the beginning I tried to control my reactions, but now I’m just letting them happen. There’s no point hiding myself from them when they can break me so easily.

He presses a kiss to the corner of my lips as Kingston and Ryker double their efforts, driving me so high stars dance in my vision.

“Don’t come, Chloe,” he tells me.

“I can’t,” I cry.

“Yes, you can. You’re going to do exactly as you’re told. You want to know why?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he continues. “You’re going to do as you’re told because your tight little pussy is begging to be fucked by us, and if you come before you’re given permission, we’re not going to give it to you.” He brings his lips so close to mine I can almost taste them. “If you come without permission, we’ll each use your mouth and come all over your tits instead, leaving you empty.”

As if to drive the point home, he twists my nipples, dragging a hiss of pleasure and pain from my lips.

The thought is hot as hell, but it’s not what I need tonight. I need all of them. I need them to come inside me. I need to feel them dripping down my thighs.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks.

“It’s too much,” I whine. “I’m too close.”

“I know you can do it,” Ronan encourages. “You’re such a good girl for us. So perfect.”

Ryker groans from where he’s kneeling between my legs. “I don’t think that’s going to help matters.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I think it’s helping plenty. I can hear how she’s gushing for us.”

“Fuck,” I whine, clenching every muscle in my body in the hope it will stop me from falling over the edge.

“It’s right there, isn’t it, Mama?” Kingston murmurs against my ear. “You’re so close your cunt is desperately trying to hold us inside you.”

“Please,” I sob, my release so close black spots fill my vision. “I can’t. Fuck. I can’t.”

Without a word, their hands disappear from my body, leaving me panting in Kingston’s lap like I’ve just run a marathon.

My pussy pulses around nothing, desperately searching for stimulation as the almost orgasm begins to fade.

I should hate this. I should beg and plead with them to let me come, but there’s something about the anticipation, about the frustration and struggle, that makes the release at the end so fucking worth it.

“You’re doing great, Mama,” Kingston says, trailing kisses down my throat and across my bare shoulder.

“Such a perfect whore.” Ryker’s lips drag over my belly, skirting around the fresh bandage Ronan applied after my shower this morning.

“It’s like you were made just for us to share you.” Ronan kisses my lips so softly it’s almost out of place among everything else they’re doing.

Ryker pushes himself to his feet and moves out of the way, shucking his sweatpants as he drops onto the couch I was on earlier.

He pumps his tattooed cock lazily, his gaze moving over my heated body unapologetically.

Why is it so fucking hot watching him pleasure himself while he watches me?

Ronan guides me to look at Damon, and my breath stutters in my chest at the sight. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me, but he’s made no attempt to come closer. The only time he’s moved was to remove his pants, and my stomach rolls at the idea he doesn’t want this.