Page 6 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

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S he could have asked me to run a marathon or fight a shark or climb a mountain bare-ass naked and covered in honey during lion breeding season, and I would have said yes.

Sinking my tongue into her sweet pussy was the easiest thing in the world and the last thing I deserved.

But she wanted this. Had asked me for it, and even though I was a piece of shit, who hadn’t earned the right to be between her thighs, there was zero part of me who could say no to her.

Guilt sat heavy in my gut. Everything that had happened to her tonight was my fault.

Why hadn’t I gone after her the moment I’d seen her and Toby sneak away?

I’d been so worried about scaring her again.

Chasing after her down a darkened street while she ran away from me was almost as appealing as squeezing her throat, so I hadn’t let myself do it.

I’d thought I could be trusted, thought now I was older and had found a woman I didn’t just want to fuck, but to hold and get to know, maybe those sick desires inside me would go away.

But they hadn’t.

And so I’d let her run off into the night, even though I knew it wasn’t safe.

And look what had happened.

This was all my fault, and I would spend the rest of my life trying to make up for what I’d caused. If that meant going down on her when she needed to switch her brain off then I would be at her beck and call, giving her the most mind-blowing orgasm I could.

But nothing about that felt like a punishment. She could ride my face, smother me in her juices, crush my head with her thick thighs, and none of it would ever feel like enough to make up for the mistakes I’d made.

Her fingers stroked through my hair, and my dick kicked painfully. I was so fucking hard. Watching Whip make her come had put a stranglehold on my cock that hadn’t lifted when Levi had started sucking on her nipples. Jealousy burned through me, but I fueled it all into giving her what she needed.

Her clit was the most perfect little bud that rolled sweetly beneath my tongue. She was so wet, her pussy relaxed and seeping with arousal I couldn’t get enough of. I stroked my tongue through it, licking her clit, her opening, and driving my tongue inside her, just to hear her moan.

I gazed up at her, memorizing the curves and rolls and dimples of her body, before locking on to her eyes.

I moaned against her flesh, because her watching me go down on her was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Way hotter than anything I’d seen at Psychos or Sinners.

Because it was her.

Her hips lifted, and her beautiful lips parted, breathy moans escaping.

She was close. I could feel it in the fluttering of her pussy when I drove my fingers inside her, pressing up so I was on her G-spot.

I knew this didn’t forgive the way I’d run out on her. Or what I’d let happen to her tonight. Her letting me between her thighs had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her needing to disappear into some other place where the nightmares she’d lived didn’t exist.

I worked her harder, faster, giving her that because it was all I could do right.

She came around my fingers, her eyes closing and her head pressing back on the pillows. Her pussy gripped me tightly, and with every ounce of my being, I wished it were my cock. I wanted her naked on my lap, riding me, our bodies pressed together and her lips on mine.

I wanted a connection I knew I didn’t deserve and didn’t get to have.

And Violet knew it too, because when she reached for someone to kiss, it wasn’t me. She pulled down Levi’s head, claiming his lips, kissing him so deeply I felt it in my fucking toes.

He kissed her back like he was starving for it, delving his fingers into her hair and cupping her face, deepening the kiss until they moved as one.

It was Violet who rolled him onto his back, and Violet who took control, lining herself up with his cock and then sinking down onto it.

His groan of approval filled the small room, but this wasn’t about him, and we all knew it. This was Violet’s show. She rocked her hips over his, taking what she needed, her thighs spread wide over his hips, her fingers on his chest for balance.

Her long blond hair fell down her back, dry and soft from the way Whip had taken care of her, but now sexily tousled from rolling around in the sheets. It was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her, her rounded ass bottoming down on Levi with each thrust.

She moved faster and faster, chasing down another orgasm, chasing away the night with sex that would get her through until the sun rose.

But she’d already had two orgasms, and I could see her frustrations rising as she fought to find another. Her fingers worked her clit furiously, but it wasn’t as easy for her to find that next way out of her head.

I crawled farther up the bed, fitting myself in behind her.

I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing a handful of her breast and tweaking the nipple between my fingers.

The urge to drag my hand up her throat and squeeze was there, but with Whip and Levi in the room, there was safety for both of us. I knew they wouldn’t let me hurt her.

“Lean forward while you ride him.” I didn’t want to make a thing out of her inexperience, but watching her struggle to get where she wanted to be was fucking killing me.

She did exactly what I said, dropping down to kiss Levi again like she needed him to breathe. Her tits rubbed on his chest, her clit against his pubic bone.

For long seconds, I stared at her pussy stretched around his cock while she rocked back and forth on top of him, him thrusting up into her from the mattress. It was beautiful and mesmerizing and had me harder than I’d ever fucking been.

My cock ached to join them. To push inside her and watch her take both of us.

But her body wasn’t ready for any of that.

But I could get her to come again.

I rubbed my hand over the tip of my cock, gathering up the precum sitting there, and then spread it over her asshole.

“Oh God!” Her shout echoed around the room.

I gripped her behind with one hand, not entering her, just showing her how good it could make her feel.

Her orgasm came with shouts of pleasure, both hers and Levi’s, her pulsing pussy sending both of them into an orgasm.

She fell down onto his chest, taking every ounce of his cum, him whispering words in her ear I couldn’t make out, nor did I want to, because the jealousy inside me would probably fucking kill me if I had to hear it.

She rested her head down on his chest, twisting it to one side to watch Whip while she caught her breath.

His voice was deep and gruff, strained with a need of his own. “You did good, sweetheart. Look at you, so fucking beautiful.” He leaned in, kissing her again.

The possessive part of me wanted to scream and rip him away from her. To claim her lips for my own.

But that wasn’t my right.

I’d done what she needed from me.

I didn’t deserve more.

She and Levi breathed together, their chests rising and falling, their bodies still joined as they came down. His arms held her tight, his palms stroking up and down her back soothingly, kissing her in between, like that was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

And I couldn’t blame him. Her kisses looked drugging. Like a man could happily kiss her and no other for the rest of his days and never have a single ounce of regret.

It was an intimacy I knew I could never have, because I would always take it too far.

Violet shifted, lifting off Levi’s cock but still lying on top of him like she didn’t have the energy to move.

His cum leaked out of her pussy, and I couldn’t stop staring at it.

The jealousy inside me demanded I take her too. Slam myself inside her and come so her body knew she wasn’t his, but mine too.

I couldn’t ask her for that.

But I couldn’t stop myself either. With her still lying on top of him, I moved in closer, into the gap of his legs, and lifted her hips so her ass was in the air, her head still down on his chest.

My cock notched at her entrance, sliding through Levi’s cum mixed with her arousal, and all I wanted to do was pound into her, replace all of him with all of me.

But that was as close as I would let myself get. I refused to drive inside her and let myself feel the sweet relief of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

It was Violet who pushed back. Violet who forced herself onto my cock.

And once the tip of me was inside her, there was no holding back.

I fucked her hard, slamming myself into her body, knowing she could take it because she was so warmed up from the other two.

I held her hip with one hand, drawing her back to meet my thrusts, the other finding the star of her asshole once more and teasing it until her breathy moans of pleasure turned into screams of ecstasy.

She was so fucking loose and relaxed, exactly how I wanted my woman after fucking two other men. If she’d been tight, I would have been scared of hurting her, but there was no chance of that now, with how wet she was and how well her body took me.

I played her ass some more, lubing it up, still not entering her more than the barest hint while I rimmed her, teased her, built her up, until her pussy went from loose and relaxed to fluttering, to viselike pulses she couldn’t control.

“Oh my God! X!”

My name on her lips was more than I could handle.

I smacked my palm across her ass, and she squealed again, driving her hips back to meet me, fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

The slaps of our bodies filled the room, and I drove inside her, faster and faster, milking her orgasm and holding on to mine for as long as I could until holding on a second longer felt impossible.

I slammed home, her soft ass too fucking sweet against my lower belly, her hips soft beneath my hands. I came in shudders, filling her, my cum mixing with Levi’s, drowning it out, leaking from her pussy and across her inner thighs.

When I couldn’t take it another second, I pulled out, watching white drip from her, and then giving in to my basic desires and pushing it back inside her with my cock that was barely hard anymore, needing me in for as long as possible.

She fell asleep like that on Levi’s chest, Whip watching from the chair, and my cock still warm inside her.