But I didn't tell her to stop. I fucking loved it when she bit me. Our feral girlfriend was a vampire and I loved seeing her mark on me.
“There we go,” I grunted. “Keep taking that cock, baby. I can feel you squeezing me. You’re doing so good.”
“I’m so close,” she whimpered.
“Stop.”
Mateo’s command was harsh and final.
Every muscle of mine seized up as I froze, a long groan leaving me as I stilled her body. Avery kept trying to move, but I tightened my grip until she couldn’t.
“No,” she cried. “But I’m so close. I want to come. Please let me come.”
“You haven’t earned it.” She couldn’t see his smirk or the way his eyes danced with amusement. He was getting off on this. “Hold her still.”
“I’ll try,” I rasped.
It was fucking hard. My cock was still buried deep inside her. I could feel every fucking movement.
And then she started to flex.
“Avery,” I growled. “Stop it.”
She smiled against my neck.
Evil. Pure evil.
“Avery,” I groaned. “Stop.”
Her inner walls kept milking me. Clenching my cock, pulsing around me with every intentional movement.
Mateo finished tying her wrists and then slapped her ass. She squealed, her body bowing, but I held her tighter. He smacked her again and again until I felt like I was wrestling a damn alligator.
“Brat,” he said as he leaned down, kissing her shoulder. “Stop clenching.”
“You can’t stop me,” she rasped.
And she did it again.
“Avery,” I growled. “I’m about to pull out of you and bend you over my fucking knee.”
“Do it then, if you can’t handle me.”
Mateo and I made eye contact.
A silent agreement was made.
He slid his arms around her waist and lifted her off my cock. I immediately sat up as he rolled her onto the mattress, the two of us working in tandem to put her in a position that worked.
Her ass ended up over the top of my thighs and Mateo straddled one of my legs and one of hers, trapping her in place, and spreading her just enough that her pussy was easy to access.
Between the two of us, there was no escape. Especially not with her hands behind her back.
“Want a paddle?” Mateo asked.
“Fuck no. This is a bare-handed job.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
