Page 132 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

Zach shot to his feet, and within seconds his dick was free from his sweatpants and in Jolie’s other hand.

She knelt in front of them, her lithe body lit by the soft glow of her bedroom chandelier, giving me a prime view of her perky ass.

Then she swallowed Noah down and worked him to his breaking point before switching to Zach and giving him the same treatment.

Zach and Noah watched her with the awe of two men who had glimpsed heaven—an unabashed demonstration of how the three of us had felt since the second we realized our Jojo had returned to us.

In those few minutes, we weren’t Joanna Miller and the Heirs but Jolie Knight and her men.

We could never pretend she was anything but the heart that beat for our group and the reason my brothers and I got out of bed each day.

“Fuck me, baby girl, this mouth is sinful,” Zach groaned. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” Noah added, his nostrils flaring and his jaw grinding as Jolie switched back to him. “Better ask Bennett where we should put it.”

I appreciated his pretending to let me steer. Jolie tossed me another defiant look over her shoulder, her fists still working the guys in synchronous strokes as she arched a brow and said, “What’ll it be, Spencer? Should the boys mark the Southside trash as theirs?”

I glared at her, acting affronted by her presumption but in reality chafing at anyone calling my Angel “trash”—even her. “They’ll come on your tits, and you’ll fucking thank them and ask for more.”

Heat soaked into those purple eyes, and she turned to give each of the guys one last lick before they both groaned their releases, coating her chest and stomach.

“Beautiful, sweetheart,” Noah huffed through labored breaths. He bent to give her a languid kiss before taking off to the bathroom to grab a towel.

Zach chuckled, admiring their mess. He pulled Jolie to her feet, wrapped a hand around her neck, then yanked her to him, their lips smashing together in a filthy kiss.

She sighed happily against his mouth, and he refused to release her even when Noah returned with a washrag, angling her body toward him so he could gently clean her up.

After a long minute, Noah was finally able to dislodge Jolie from Zach, placing two firm hands on her shoulders and turning her to face me as he said, “Well, Miss Miller, I would give that effort a solid A, but we left Spencer over there in charge of whether you get to come. You’ll have to ask him for the verdict—and for his dick. Zach and I… need a minute.”

“I left her fucking soaked between her thighs, man,” Zach said, smirking at me. “It would be a crying shame to waste.”

Jolie lifted her chin, holding my gaze with all the obstinate fire I remembered from our first confrontation in the halls of the Holywell Academy boathouse.

“You scared, Spencer? Scared you’ll like fucking the slum girl?

Afraid of how perfect this pussy would take that huge cock I can see trying to escape your fancy fucking suit pants? ”

I stalked slowly toward her, unbuttoning said suit pants and dropping them to the floor as I went.

I stepped out of them as I reached her, my dick now in my hand.

Her gaze dropped, hungry as she watched me slowly stroke my cock.

“I’m not scared of anything, Joanna ,” I said, my voice quiet and full of dark promises.

“You’re going to come on my gilded cock, and you’re going to scream my name until you’re fucking hoarse.

That is your punishment for daring to invade our home.

I know how much you’re going to hate that it’s the Spencer Heir that’s making you come harder than you ever have in your life. ”

She sucked in a breath, and her eyes were on mine again as she began to take careful steps back toward the bed, beating a not-so-hasty retreat as I prowled after her.

Noah and Zach stepped aside, excited grins on their faces and their underwear back on over their spent dicks that I knew from experience would wake right back up again after they watched me demolish our Angel’s pussy.

Jolie’s thighs hit the edge of the bed, and I crawled over her, nudging her backwards until she was comfortably settled against the nest of pillows she kept on her gigantic bed.

I couldn’t resist slipping from our roleplay for a few precious seconds as I dipped to kiss her, and I felt her smile against my lips. “I love you, Angel,” I whispered like I was telling her a secret.

Her face softened. “I love you too.” She threaded her fingers through my hair, gripping the strands in a tight fist. I groaned, then she murmured loud enough for Zach and Noah to hear from where they now lounged on either side of us, “Now fuck me like I’m the slum trash you hate.”

I groaned again while Zach whistled. “ Fuck , Princess.”

With a possessive snarl, I flipped her over onto her stomach, shoved her face into her pillow with one hand, hiked her hips up in the air with the other, and buried my aching cock in the nirvana that was her hot, slick pussy.

She screamed into her pillow as I bottomed out, then I fucked her with everything I had.

No easing into it.

No buildup.

No gentleness.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, sweetheart,” Noah said, chuckling from somewhere in the immediate vicinity. “You don’t know how badly Spencer’s wanted this. How many times we suspect he’s jacked himself to the thought of our mouthy new scholarship student. How much he hates that he wants you.”

“ Fuuuck ,” she moaned, shoving her ass harder against me as she fisted her pillowcase with white knuckles. “Oh my God , I’m going to come already. His dick is going to break me apart.”

I pounded harder. My balls tightened, and sweat beaded my brow from the delicious pain of holding back even as she clamped tight around me.

“I feel you, baby,” I rasped. “I fucking feel you choking the shit out of my cock.”

“Come for us, Princess,” Zach urged, smoothing a hand over her hair. “You’re ours now.”

Noah reached between her legs, rubbing her clit with gentle strokes. “Let it go, sweetheart.”

She screamed again, her inner walls clamping down on my cock with a vice grip, her body taut and shaking underneath me. I couldn’t have held back my release if I’d prayed to every deity in recorded history, and I followed her over the edge with a tortured shout.

As I came down, Jolie sagged underneath me. I pressed my forehead between her shoulder blades as I caught my breath.

This would never get old—giving the love of my life pleasure beyond her wildest dreams while my brothers, who loved her with every piece of their damaged souls, basked in her sweet cries just as they did when they were the reason for them.

Finally, I coaxed my cock from his home, then I took my turn cleaning up my mess so that Jolie was free to relax. She was now curled up in Zach’s arms, running her fingers lazily through Noah’s hair.

When I finished wiping her down, I leaned in to steal one last kiss. “Rest up, Angel. That was only the beginning.”

Noah grinned. “I’m next. Joanna Miller has mouthed off to her Tech Skills TA one too many times this semester, and she needs to be taught a lesson. ”

Jolie huffed out a little laugh, sleepy and sated. “Whatever you say, Professor.”

Zach nibbled on her ear. “If you have energy left after that, I think ‘Fight Night’ is going to end with me pinning you to the mat and fucking you until you beg me for mercy.”

She nodded, humming. “Mmm, yes, that too.” She looked at each of us once more with those violet eyes, her soft smile so full of love, it made my chest ache. “Happy graduation. I love you all so fucking much.”

“We love you too, Angel.”

“Always, Princess.”

“Forever, sweet girl.” Noah crawled from the bed and stood at the foot, adjusting his glasses before crossing his arms over his chest. “Now… on your knees, please, Miss Miller.”

The End (Again!)

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