Page 74 of Addicted

She bites her lip, her pupils already widening, and from that look alone, my cock begins to stiffen again in my black jeans.

“I want to watch while you give Knox head.”

Fuck. Me.

“Done,” Jude replies, sliding off the couch and sinking to his knees in between my splayed thighs, looking up at me with wide, deep blue eyes that sparkle with mischief. “Will you choke me, Daddy?”

My breath hitches, Lark slipping off my lap to the side of me, kneeling on the cushion so she has the best view. I’m rock-fucking-solid as Jude unbuttons my pants, getting me to lift my hips so that he can slide them down my thighs and to my ankles. I’m bare beneath—because fuck boxers—so my hard length springs free, slapping me on my abs as it bobs in front of his face.

“Can I taste him first, Jude?” Her voice is husky and I feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip as her words register.

“Ladies first,” he offers, holding out his hand and indicating that she can have the first taste.

“I’m not a fucki—” The words are cut off with a deep groan as her wet lips wrap around my head, her tongue teasing the slit. She moans in her throat, the sound going straight to my fucking balls, as she slides lower, taking almost all of me in her hot, slick mouth. “Fuck, just like that, baby. You’re such a good girl for your Daddy.”

The words spill from my lips as she slides up and down, my hands tangling in her luscious, flame-colored hair as she works me into a frenzy, the muscles on my thighs twitching.

“My turn,” Jude says in a husky voice, and I watch as she pops off my cock, the length glistening with her saliva. She sits up, my hands releasing her hair, her lips swollen and looking so fucking delicious that it takes monumental effort not to claim them.

But my attention is stolen by the man between my legs, the guy who I’ve often been curious about but never had the balls to take it further. Not until our Little Bird entered our lives anyway. Holding my gaze, he places his lips around me and then sinks down. And down. And down.

“Fucking Hell, Jude!”

He chuckles, the vibrations making my hips fucking twitch as he holds me in his throat. Sparks flash across my skin, my nerves firing as he slowly draws up, only to sink back down again, his lips pressing around my hilt as he swallows me fucking whole.

A feminine moan next to me has my hooded stare leaving Jude’s to find Lark naked and impaled on Tarl’s cock from behind. I see we’ve given up on the bottle. Can’t blame the fucker. Her new ink looks stark against the pale alabaster of her skin, and I thrust into Jude’s mouth at the sight of our marks covering her. Claiming her.

Tarl pushes down between her shoulder blades, forcing her beautiful tits to swing from the force of his thrusts, her face twisted in lines of stunning agony. My hand reaches out, gently grasping her slender throat as Jude continues to suck and gives me the best fucking blow job of my life.

“Are you going to be our good fucking girl, princess?” I ask her, my voice husky and deep. My other hand comes down to Jude’s head, grabbing a fistful of his thick hair and jerking himdown hard, impaling his mouth with my cock. He groans, clearly enjoying the rough play.

“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes are as hooded as my own, her voice rasping as her breath gasps out of her with every forceful thrust of Tarl’s. I turn down to look at Jude, using my grip to bring him up. Tears run down his face, his lips plush and dripping with his own spit.

“And are you going to be a good little boy for me?” He whimpers.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” His body trembles and I find a smile lifting up my lips.

“Then choke on my cock like you promised, and if you’re good, I’ll give you my cum.” He groans at my words, his eyes fluttering. “But you don’t touch yourself. You save your release for our little cum slut.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He opens up as I force his head down, fucking his mouth mercilessly, the sounds of him gagging and choking driving me closer to my climax. My hand clenches around our Little Bird’s throat, her strangled cries and gasps adding to the symphony of our fucking.

I can hear Tarl murmuring about fucking her bloody, about coating her sweet cunt in Jude’s blood, and it’s that image which sends me over the edge, thrusting into the back of Jude’s throat and holding him there as I roar out my orgasm. He swallows, prolonging the electricity that races across my body until I finally pull him off of me and slump back, my hand still gripping Lark’s throat.

I roll my head to look at her shuddering through an orgasm as Tarl buries himself balls deep inside her, his caramel skin glistening with sweat as he fills her with his release. My griploosens, but I use it to pull her in for a kiss, stealing the small puffs of breath that leave her lungs.

She kisses me back, quivering, and I realize that she helped to chase the darkness of my past away. Her and Jude.

She pulls back, only for her lips to be caught by Jude, and a low groan sounds in her throat as she licks inside his mouth, tasting me on his tongue no doubt.

A throat clears, and I turn to look across at Aeron, swirling his drink around in his cut glass tumbler, a wicked smile on his face.

“You want to be filled up with Tailor boy cum, Dove?”