Page 123 of Pucking Around

“Shut up,” Caleb barks, breaking our kiss to glare at him. “You wanna stay?”

Jake glances from me back to Caleb, jaw clenched. He nods.

“Good. Stand right here next to me, and don’t say a goddamn word,” Caleb commands, pointing to a spot on the floor.

I raise a brow, curious to see what happens next.

Slowly, Jake steps forward, gaze heated as he watches us. I can feel the protective energy simmering across every inch of his skin. I have a feeling he’s either going to love this or hate it. We’ll quickly find out which judging by how soon he pulls Caleb off me and slugs him in the jaw.

I refocus all my attention on Caleb. “Go on then, daddy.” Dropping my hand between us, I cup his hard cock and give it a squeeze. “Do your worst.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me off the counter. I gasp, bracing against him as I find my feet. He jerks me forward, our noses brushing, his warm breath fanning over my mouth. “On your knees, Hurricane. Whores who like to get fucked get on their knees and beg for it.”

Oh, thank god.

His demon wants to play. My pussy does a little dance as I drop eagerly to my knees. Bratting is over. I’m going to be so good for him. And in return, he’ll lower these damn walls and finally let me in.

“What do you want?” he growls.

“I want to please you,” I reply, gazing up at him from my place at his feet. “I want your cock. Please, daddy.”

He huffs a mirthless laugh. “You think you get my cock just because you want it? That’s not how this is gonna work, you greedy little slut. Besides, you don’t want mycock. You just want something to choke on. Open your mouth.”

My heart is hammering a mile a minute, my core clenching with need, as I part my lips for him.

He shoves two fingers in my mouth. “Suck.”

A soft moan escapes me as I suck his fingers, using my tongue and teeth to tease him. He inserts a third finger and I take it, saliva dripping down my chin as he pumps his hand to his own rhythm. Grabbing my hair with his free hand, he holds my head steady and pushes his fingers in deeper until I gag, eyes watering.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs. “Your mouth is so warm, so wet. How about your cunt? Are you wet for me, Hurricane?”

I nod, blinking back my tears. He’s calling me ‘Hurricane’ and I hold onto that. I will break down all his walls. Let my winds blow, let the rains pour. This man ismine. I will pull him into the eye of my storm.

My throat gags on his fingers as he forces my mouth open. He quickly pulls his hand free, and I pant, catching my breath. My endorphins are rushing through my veins, leaving me with that buzzing, humming feeling. I’m drunk on his domination.

“Jake, get on your knees and check her cunt,” he demands. “See if she’s dripping for us.”

My stomach does an excited flip as Jake drops to his knees, his gaze searching my face. I give him a reassuring smile. “Please, baby,” I murmur, parting my legs wider for him.

I’m still wearing my sleep shorts and a pair of panties, but Jake works around them easily, dipping his hand inside the top, his fingertips brushing over my bare pussy as he seeks out my wet center. I can’t contain my moan as he dips his fingers inside me, dragging them up to gently circle my clit.

“Well?” Caleb growls.

“She’s wet,” Jake replies, voice hoarse.

“How wet? Show me.”

Jake pulls his fingers free of my shorts and holds them up for Caleb to see. They glisten in the bright lights of the kitchen.

“Let me taste,” Caleb orders.

Jake lifts his arm up higher, and I watch, mesmerized, as Caleb takes Jake’s fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck,” Jake mutters. Caleb lets him go and Jake drops his hand down to his side, his gaze glassy with unchecked arousal.

“Stand up, Jake. Take out your cock.”

Holding my gaze, Jake stands. I give him another reassuring nod and his hands go to his grey sweats, tugging them down his hips. His hard cock springs free in my face.