Page 70 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

Parker.

Spread wide fucking open .

Laying on top of the heavy, black and pink duvet, Sabrina’s creamy, lush thighs are open, the tops of her cheeks down to her chest are a rosy blush and all of her other pink parts are fully on display. Nipples. Clit. Asshole. There is no part of her that is covered or hidden from me.

Magnificent.

We didn’t make it back to Brooklyn Heights like we were supposed to.

Baby girl started stroking us over our slacks while we were in the car.

Maksim barked at Niko to get us to the penthouse pronto, using the partition for the first time to keep our privacy from Niko.

I doubt he minded. She kissed us both during the short ride over, her small, lewd moans filtering into the vehicle.

Her tits fell out of the square cut, baby pink bodysuit she was wearing that had a built-in bra.

Short of throwing a leg over each of our thighs so we could feast, she was my needy little hellcat.

Fuck I love her like this.

Her golden hair is spread around her head on the pillows like a halo, cat eyes hooded, pupils blown with desire, and my cock aches with the need to fuck her.

To rut into my hellcat and make her fucking purr for me.

My eyes roam over her body. I love the way her full breasts spill to the sides, nipples hard and begging to be gorged on - praised by my tongue.

Her small hands found them, and plucked away, twisting her nipples, and then letting them go so they hang to the sides again.

She asked us to get undressed and kneel on either side of her.

She didn’t have to ask us twice.

My eyes are quick to follow her hands.

Over her sternum, the soft swell of her stomach I hope never goes away, between the V of her thighs, down to her glistening sex.

With her left hand she spreads her puffy pussy lips open, showing us my sanctuary.

I have gone to war twice, almost died, accepted death only to be pulled out of a collapsing building, but this sight is the one that kills me.

So be it.

She is my end all, be all.

“Months ago, Damon told me I needed to try to masturbate alone…”

“Did you?” Maksim asks coolly, but the need in his voice gives him away.

Biting her lower lip, she nods. “I tried.” She trails the middle finger of her right hand over her clit, in the smallest, tightest circles.

Being my perfect little cocktease. “It was the night you told me I’d forever be your bride…

” she stops, tapping on that sweet little gem that needs my tongue.

Her arousal leaks, creating a small river from her entrance to her ass. I need to lick that up, too.

“I meant every word I said.”

“I know you did, darling,” she responds to Maks.

“What happened?” I ask, swallowing the saliva pooling under my tongue. I'm fucking starving for a taste.

“It didn’t work.”

“Why?” Maksim asks, doing his best not to react, just enjoying his wife being honest.

He’s a better man than I am.

I’m hanging on by a goddamn thread.

“Keep going baby, don’t stop.” I hum, spit on my fingers, then reach down to tug on my ever-thickening length, loving the way her eyes flare when I smooth my spit over the head of my dick, down to my barbells.

Yeah, baby I see you.

I. See. You.

She swirls her finger over her clit delicately again, her breathy little sigh a cacophony that I want more of.

I want to eat them whole. “I tried… but Kane’s face popped into my head.

” We both growl and shuffle closer, waiting for her to give us a sign to destroy all thoughts of him forever.

“Then my husband made me finger myself… but he helped me.”

I can feel the pride blaring off him, mentally pounding his fists at his chest.

“I think I can do this. I want to do this. I want to be able to pleasure myself to thoughts of you. The memory of you, how you make me feel.”

“Slip your finger in, pretty girl. You’re fucking killing me. ”

“Like this?” that same middle finger she’s using to swirl, she dips it all the way in, then pulls it out to circle over that button, and fuck it makes me drip .

“More,” Maksim orders.

My sweet girl obeys, adding a second finger, eyes bouncing between us. “I want you to take it away. Even if I say no. I want you to force all of those thoughts away. I want you…” she plunged her fingers deeper, faster, every word caressing me like fucking silk. “Oh, fuck. This feels so good.”

“Holy fuck Sabrina, don’t stop.”

“I want you to own me. I want to be Sabrina Giordano- Hayes . I want to come, baby, please?”

Oh, Christ. White-hot pleasure starts at the base of my spine, rushing to my balls and I cup them, so fucking ready to spill into her.For her. On her. I want my sweet girl covered in my cum.

“More, Duchess. Fuck yourself harder,” Maksim commands.

“Stretch yourself for us so we can own you.

I want you to know, it'll be the last time you ever touch yourself unless we tell you to.

We will own every orgasm this pretty little cunt can give us.

And then she'll give us one more. You understand?”

“Uh-huh,” she gasps, brows knitting together, but my pretty girl does as she's told. Three fingers deep in her tight cunt, I watch her walls grip them, her palm against her clit, the way she’s biting her lip, her other hand back on her favorite tit, nipple clothespinned between her fingers. “It feels so good.”

“You're so fucking pretty, baby. Aren't you? Look at how you got us.” I stay steady in my strokes, stretching an arm out to touch her.

Her back arches.

“More!” She begs. “Don't stop touching me. Don't stop talking. I need to hear you.”

We don't need further instruction. We get down between her thighs to watch her cream accumulate at the base of her entrance, peppering soft kisses on the inside of her thigh. “I'm dying to lick your pussy baby. I need you to come so I can clean you up.”

“Doing so good, wife. I wish you could see how greedy you look stretching yourself for us.”

“Move your hips, Bri. Fuck yourself, baby or we're taking over,” I say against the soft skin of her thigh.

I love her thighs. I thought of myself as a boob man until I had the absolute pleasure of wearing her thighs like my own personal earmuffs.

I am a changed man – wholly dedicated to spreading them or wearing them.

Like I said the magic word, she starts rutting into her hand, chasing her palm, the loud noises and her feminine groans make me fucking feral. I need her to come. I need to see it for myself. Every time.

“There you go, baby. Show us the real you. Break for us, Bri. You're so fucking pretty when you come.”

Her thighs quiver, and finally, finally, her body stills with a gasp as her back arches, and she grasps the duvet.

She falls limp.

I tug her hand away and fucking feast, loving the way her thighs shake.

Maksim goes to her, tugging her atop him.

I move away so he can adjust the head of his dick at her entrance.

In one, quick thrust he shoves every fat inch of himself into our girl, and she cries out, back arching.

I resume devouring my girl in a merciless rhythm, spreading her thighs farther apart so I can latch onto her while Maksim fucks up into her at a frenzied pace.

She squirms, writhing while we hold her down, a blubbering fucking mess, until she squirts in my mouth, and I laugh when she begs me to stop.

I can’t. I won’t.

My baby girl is so fucking tired, but I’m not done.

I’ll never be done.

I get on my knees just as Maks spills into her and yank her to me.

I shove up into her just as he slips out.

I keep my forearms steady as I drop her down on my cock.

She squeals for me, the kind of sound that shakes the earth when I’m inside of her.

Her trembling legs wrap around me, while I hold her back, and I buck.

I know she’s tired, but I’m so fucking desperate to feel her come for me again.

It’s all I can beg her for. Making my woman orgasm satiates me as much as it makes me fucking feral.

“Come for me, baby. I need to feel you squeeze me,” I implore, every jerk of my hips frenzied.

“Oh my god, Parker!”

“Feels too fucking good baby. I’m gonna fucking come deep inside this pretty pussy, baby.”

“Lay me down, Savage. I need to feel your weight on me.” She demands, and I do. Grinning like a madman when she shouts, “Fuck! Yes !”

I cover her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue as deep as it can go, her internal walls milking my shaft. When she screams into my mouth and clenches like a vise around me, I fuck. Fuck. Fuck . And come with a roar of my own.

It takes a moment for any sound and vision to come back once my heart slows. I look down to my girl looking back up at me, green eyes shimmering like glittering emeralds. I see the words I’m dying to hear in them. It’s enough… for now.