Page 133 of Almost Ravaged

His hand is buried in her hair, guiding her back and forth, back and forth.

“Good girls deserve rewards, don’t you think, Little Nuisance?” I ask, my face buried in the crook of her neck, as I bring the cob of corn around the front of her body.

I line it up and tease her clit. Instantly, she whimpers.

“Okay?” I ask.

She nods. At least I think it’s a nod. She’s deep-throating Noah so well, she couldn’t utter a fucking word if she tried.

“You can pinch my thigh if you need to stop.” I kiss her shoulder, then line the corn up once more. Quickly, I twist my wrist back and forth.

I’m rewarded almost immediately when she clenches around me.

“That’s it.” I twist and grind back and forth over her clit. “Right there. Just like that. You’re taking us so well, sweetheart. You look so beautiful, getting fucked in two of your perfect holes.”

Noah curses and grunts, mindless words tumbling out of him. He sounds as out of his mind as I feel.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I goad. “Come on these cocks. Come on this fucking corn.”

When her body tenses, I quicken my pace, sliding it up and down and grinding it over her clit. “Right there. Right there. Right there,” I encourage.

My balls weigh a metric ton. I’m on the brink, despite barely moving.

My only concerns are her pleasure and his satisfaction.

“Come for us, baby. Thatta girl.”

She goes rigid in my arms an instant before Noah groans and makes a choking sound.

They’re both coming.

Thank fuck.

Finally, I release all the weight and worry and tension I’ve been carrying. I allow myself to spasm and spill and fill her pretty little cunt with my essence. A shuddering breath escapes me as my core contracts and my cock pulses.

Breathing heavily, I can’t help but smile, relishing in the knowledge that all three of us are satisfied.

Chapter forty-six

Noah

“Why isn’t she talking?”

Because you just fucked her throat like an animal, idiot.

Mercer has his phone, using the flashlight feature, while I trail behind, relying on memory to find my way out of the maze.

A shadow of dread trails behind me. What if she can’t talk because of me? What if fucking her face that hard, pushing myself all the way in until I felt the back of her throat, damaged her vocal cords?

Forget not being worthy of this woman. I shouldn’t be permitted to be around other people, period.

Shame and frustration war for dominance as we finally exit the maze.

“Merce,” I call out, my panic cresting and threatening to suffocate me.

He stops and turns slowly, cradling Sawyer against his chest.

They’re both filthy. Covered in dirt, with husks and leaves stuck to their clothing and hair.