Page 61 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

I squeal as he turns me around and lays me across his lap, so my breasts are on complete display for him. I hear Oliver moan, and then Elliot mutter a“Fuck.”

Rhett pinches my nipples hard enough that I cry out. “Christ, that sound,” he murmurs, and then he does it again.

My back arches as I yell out his name. He squeezes my breasts, smirking in satisfaction as I writhe under his hands. One of them slips between my legs, teasing me through the thin fabric of my panties.

“Do you want us, sweetheart?” he says, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” I say on an exhale, moaning when his thumb brushes over one of my nipples.

“All three of us?”

“Yes, please.”

“What does that make you, Wren?”

I gasp as his fingers slip into my panties. When he finds my clit, it’s like a thousand tiny fireworks going off in my body.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Your dirty little whore,” I say, and I hear Oliver groan.

“That’s right.” He pinches one of my nipples again, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Who else are you a filthy whore for?” His finger circles my clit, and for a moment I forget how to think. “Who else, Wren?”

“No one,” I whisper, and I think I might actually mean it.

“Good answer. Now suck my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble onto my hands and knees on the cushion beside him. He slides his pants and underwear down his legs, and I moan at the sight of him. I got to taste him last night, but he was in control.

Tonight? I can take my sweet time.

I take his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue, and he groans. He steadies me as I stroke him with one of my hands, slowly taking more of him in. And once he hits the back of my throat, I come up slowly, sucking hard.

“Jesus, Wren.” Rhett grabs the hair at the base of my neck. “Do that again.”

I do, listening as he swears under his breath. It might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. As I’m repeating the action again, I feel hands dragging my panties down my legs. Oliver groans in front of me, so it must be Elliot.

I lick Rhett from his base to his tip, cupping his balls, as Elliot slides into me. “Oh god,” I whisper, my lips brushing against Rhett’s cock. I’ve never felt sofullbefore, and it’s an entirely different sensation.

“Did I tell you that you could stop?” Rhett forces my head down, and that action alone almost makes me come.

I focus on his tip, sucking and licking, before he takes control. His thrusts are punishing, but in the best way. I don’t even mind when I gag, or when my tears fall onto his lap.

Elliot picks up his pace, and one of his hands snakes around my hips until his finger finds my clit. The added sensation is overwhelming, like my whole body is screaming for release.

“That’s it, love,” Elliot says. “You’re taking us so well.”

His words do me in, my moans muffled by Rhett fucking my mouth. The sound must push him over the edge, because I feel his cum coating my tongue.

When he’s finished, he says, “Let me see.” Rhett pulls my head up, grasping my jaw until I open my mouth. He looks his fill. “Swallow.”

I do, licking my lips and panting.

“Oh, fuck,” Elliot groans. His thrusts slow, and I relax into him while he comes. He stays inside me for a minute, and when I look back, he smirks, looking between me and the butt plug Rhett put inside me.

They’ve fucked any sense of embarrassment out of me, so I just hold his gaze.

When he pulls out of me, it’s with a moan. I straighten, looking for Oliver, but Rhett grabs me.