Page 88 of Tangled Lies

I stroked her, running my finger along her clit and then down to her core where I slipped two fingers inside her.

“You’re still so fucking tight, little bird.”

She was riding my hand as I stroked her.

Her hands played at the waist of my sweats. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head the second her hand slipped below the band and ran the length of my cock. When she cupped my balls, fuck. I stroked her harder, faster, and was rewarded with the pulse of her core around my fingers and the little cry of my name on her lips.

“Ronan.”

That was it. That’s all I needed.

I removed my hand and gripped her thighs and lifted her.

I claimed her lips as I pressed her hard against the wall, her pussy over the head of my cock. My balls tightened at the feel of her body heat as I kept her hovering over my more than ready cock. I couldn’t stop myself and I slid in and pulled her down hard in one single stroke. I was buried all the way. Fuck. My stomach tightened as I fought my own climax.

I leaned my forehead against hers and realized I wasn’t going to last long.

I slammed into her over and over, taking her the way I needed. I needed to feel her. I needed her to be mine right now. I needed to fuck her out of my system, but with every single thrust it became more and more apparent that wasn’t what was going to happen.

Shit.

I let my body take what it needed from her, turning off my brain and living in this moment. She rose and fell as I pounded into her. She made a guttural moan, and then I felt the way her pussy tightened around my cock.

It was too fucking much.

I slammed into her once, twice, and then I was lost as I spilled inside of her.

“Mine.”

Right now, she was mine. Right now, this was what I needed.

My legs were a bit shaky, and I stepped back a few feet until I sat on the bed, Margaux still seated on my pulsing cock. I kissed her like she was the only thing that could curb my hunger, and maybe she was.

I had my brothers, but she filled some kind of void inside me. I saw the same thing in Jett. Hell, Talon looked at her like he’d fallen for her too, and maybe he had.

My door opened, and I watched Jett creep across the floor. Margaux’s face was currently buried in my shoulder, and I didn’t think she noticed him until he wrapped his arms around her and then me since I was still attached to her.

“I missed you, pretty girl.”

I rolled my eyes.

Jett had no personal boundaries, but I wouldn’t change him for the world.

“Let me go and I’ll move up the bed.”

He smiled even wider as Margaux moaned as I moved her, rubbing her sensitive core with my still hardened cock.

Jett crawled up behind her. The second I was propped up against the headboard, she turned her face to see him. Her breathing was rapid from the way I’d just moved us, but she still accepted the kiss Jett offered.

“Weren’t you with Talon?” I asked, still trying to breathe.

“What? Is Margaux ours? Why can you only have her?”

He slid up behind her.

“Pretty girl, you know what would make this so much easier?”

She barely moaned out an answer.