Page 124 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Gidget?” he asks, and I release the blanket from between my teeth.
“It’s Gidge,” I correct, and Crown slaps my ass so hard that it stings, following up the smack with a gentle caress of his hand.
“It’s whatever the hell I say it is. Tell me you’re naughty. Tell me how wet you are.”
This is the opposite of last time, when he told me to tell him that I was a good girl. Whatever. I’m both. Sin and salvation. We’re all aware of that.
“I’m naughty,” I tell him, and he groans. “And I’m dripping. I’m dripping for you, Crown.” Next thing I know, he’s yanking me to the edge of the bed and making me put my feet flat on the floor. He kneels down behind me, his tyrannical mouth on my swollen heat. He slips his tongue inside, tasting me and murmuring his approval.
“You taste different now. Must be the pregnancy hormones. But holy shit, I could lap this shit up all day.”
I wiggle back against his face, and he slips his tongue inside of me again. He really does eat me like he wants to savor every bite, like I’m a feast for him and him alone. He laves me with that tongue, bathing my body with his saliva as he laps up all of my desire.
Crown takes his time, like this is for him and not for me. He ignores my silent command when I push back into his face, grabbing my hips and forcing me to remain still. He even ignores my clit, and I start to feel like I might go crazy if he doesn’t touch it.
Beads of sweat appear on my body as I struggle to remain calm under the onslaught of his mouth. When he pulls away, I almost scream.
“Stay right there,” he commands, moving to his nightstand and pulling out some lube and a purple toy that looks sort of like a dildo, but is far too thin to be one. It has silicone beads of varying sizes, starting small and working up to one that’s about the third the girth of Crown’s cock. “I bought this for you,” he tells me, tossing it on the bed so that I can look at it. “I ordered it online after you broke me down that night, after I accepted this was how things were going to be.”
I take the toy in my hand and study it.
“It’s for that perfect rosebud of an ass that you have.” He snaps his fingers and I give the toy back. “Tell me thank you.”
This piece of shit … I breathe out.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, what?” he corrects, and I grind my teeth together.
“Thank you, sir.”
He smiles at me, my cheek pressed to the bed. Crown moves around behind me and fiddles with his jeans. I hear the sound of him squirting the lube into his hands, rubbing his palms together to work it up, and then he’s spreading it all down my length.
It tingles, and heat sears through my most sensitive parts. Oh my God. It must be that heated lubricant shit. I’ve never used anything like this before. Until recently, like with Sin’s vibrator, I haven’t played around with anything more than bodies with these men.
I enjoyed being with Sin in the woods, just us as primal and raw as the earth. This is fun, too. It’s all fun.
There’s a very lewd sound coming from behind me as Crown works his cock with the lube, this squelching noise as he fists his dick and jerks himself off, making me thrust back toward him in want.
He smacks my ass again.
“No. Stay still or I’m not going to fuck you. I’ll just come on your ass and go to bed. Tell your vice president what a sorry little hang-around you are, and maybe I’ll consider letting you prospect into my club.”
“Oh,” I groan, rubbing my thighs together as I bite onto the quilt again. Does he have any idea how much that turns me on, the thought of having my own jacket, my own motorcycle, of being a part of Death by Daybreak in a way that I’ve craved for so long. I pretended to hate it. I did. Yet, we can all see through that lie now. “I’m sorry, Vice President. I’m naughty, and I can’t help myself.”
He likes that; I can tell. His breathing quickens, and then I feel a slight pressure on my ass. The first tiny bead slips in, and I curl my fingers into the blanket. It’s so damn tight; I’ve only done it once like this before. The thing is, if I can take Grainger’s huge dick in the ass with nothing but a lubricated condom, I can take this.
I want to take this.
“Look at you, so greedy,” Crown murmurs, pushing the toy in another notch. I exhale, closing my eyes against the dim glow of the master bedroom. I keep saying ‘my room’, but …
