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Feeling mylegs grow warm and tingly, I look at my men, other parts of me growing tingly. Other very pink parts of me are flushed and needdireattention.
Because I will always want them. I will alwayschoosethem.
I stand and put a hand on each of my men’s large, muscular shoulders. “Gentlemen. Take me home. Damon gave me homework. I have a feeling it'll workbetter as agroupproject.”
Chapter Thirty
Parker.
Spread wide fuckingopen.
Laying on top of the heavy, black and pink duvet, Sabrina’s creamy, lush thighs are open, the tops of her cheeks down to her chest are a rosy blush and all of her other pink parts are fully on display. Nipples. Clit. Asshole. There is no part of her that is covered or hidden from me.
Magnificent.
We didn’t make it back to Brooklyn Heights like we were supposed to. Baby girl started stroking us over our slacks while we were in the car. Maksim barked at Niko to get us to the penthouse pronto, using the partition for the first time to keep our privacy from Niko. I doubt he minded. She kissed us both during the short ride over, her small, lewd moans filtering into the vehicle. Her tits fell out of the square cut, baby pink bodysuit she was wearing that had a built-in bra. Short of throwing a leg over each of our thighs so we could feast, she was my needy little hellcat.
Fuck I love her like this.
Her golden hair is spread around her head on the pillows like a halo, cat eyes hooded, pupils blown with desire, and my cock aches with the need to fuck her. To rut into my hellcat and make her fucking purr for me. My eyes roam over her body. I love the way her full breasts spill to the sides, nipples hard and begging to be gorged on -praisedby my tongue. Her small hands found them, and plucked away, twisting her nipples, and then letting them go so they hang to the sides again.
She asked us to get undressed and kneel on either side of her.
She didn’t have to ask us twice.
My eyes are quick to follow her hands.
Over her sternum, the soft swell of her stomach I hope never goes away, between the V of her thighs, down to her glistening sex. Withher left hand she spreads her puffy pussy lips open, showing us my sanctuary. I have gone to war twice, almost died, accepted death only to be pulled out of a collapsing building, but this sight is the one that kills me.
So be it.
She is my end all, be all.
“Months ago, Damon told me I needed to try to masturbate alone…”
“Did you?” Maksim asks coolly, but the need in his voice gives him away.
Biting her lower lip, she nods. “I tried.” She trails the middle finger of her right hand over her clit, in the smallest,tightestcircles. Being my perfect little cocktease. “It was the night you told me I’d forever be your bride…” she stops, tapping on that sweet little gem that needs my tongue. Her arousal leaks, creating a small river from her entrance to her ass. I need to lick that up, too.
“I meant every word I said.”
“I know you did, darling,” she responds to Maks.
“What happened?” I ask, swallowing the saliva pooling under my tongue. I'm fucking starving for a taste.
“It didn’t work.”
“Why?” Maksim asks, doing his best not to react, just enjoying his wife being honest.
He’s a better man than I am.
I’m hanging on by a goddamn thread.
“Keep going baby, don’t stop.” I hum, spit on my fingers, then reach down to tug on my ever-thickening length, loving the way her eyes flare when I smooth my spit over the head of my dick, down to my barbells.
Yeah, baby I see you.
I. See. You.