Page 56 of Their Tracked Obsession

Saint rubbed a hand against the material covering his dick. “Oh, fuck, Liv. You are good at screwing yourself like this. I want to fuck you.”

My fingers caressed my most sensitive area at a faster pace while I moved up and down. Each bounce jolted my tits. I touched my nipple and kneaded the bud, pinched the delicate skin until I cried out with pleasure.

Again and again, the shimmers of bliss washed over me as my gaze remained fixed on my men. Saint touched himself, grunting and mixing pleasure with pain from his zipper. Sin was transfixed on me, his belt had been loosened, and his hand went down his pants. The groans mixed with the sounds erupting from his best friend were enough to send me over the edge.

I climaxed. “Sin!”

“Oh, yes, sweetheart…” Sin’s hand worked inside his pants. “I’m yours.”

Sin tensed up, his arm pumped, he grunted, and he came in his pants.

“Saint!” My hips rocked, and the tower shook.

“Fuck. I can’t wait…” Saint hunched over, sweat beaded his upper lip, and his body jerked.

I got off the crystal. Carefully. My stretched pussy pulsated with elation, but I knew the pain would strike later. But Sin and Saint would help relieve the torture.

“Um… so…” Sin peered down at the wet spot in the crotch of his black trousers. “I think I need to grab a new pair of pants from the penthouse.”

“I think I need a fresh pair too.” Saint stared at me with a smirk. “I can’t help making a mess over you, gorgeous.”

Saint had a wet stain in the fabric of his pants too. Both men stood there unashamed of the mess they’d made. Far too excited about me.

“Neither can I.” Sin grinned at me. “But the sight was worth everything in this world.”

The lights flickered until we were plunged into darkness. I gasped. The walls of this haunted club were silent. A cold chill engulfed the air, and I swear I saw something move.

“Did you see that?” I whispered.

“Yep,” Sin said.

The lights came back on.

Saint smiled. “The ghosts of Sinful Saints are ready to party.”

Sin slapped Saint on the back. “The psychic was worth every damn penny.”

Twenty-Four

Her Destiny

Sin

This damn bachelor party was a fucking snooze fest. I would’ve taken a quiet night at the penthouse over this bullshit. I despised all the dance poles, high platform stilettos slapping throughout the club, the smell of pussy and mirrors with the reflections of every asshole in this joint made my stomach turn.

Booze was my thing, but strippers weren’t. I could have access to all the tits and asses in the world, and I wouldn’t give a flying fuck. Other women didn’t interest me because I only had eyes for one woman.

Liv Valencia. My bride-to-be. None of these women could do what she could.

Fuck. I wanted Liv. I was hard thinking about her.

“Hey, baby,” a stripper purred at me as she peered over her shoulder while holding onto the steel pole and wiggling her ass.

Christ. Instant boner killer.

I threw some bills at her and prayed she’d go away. Big fucking mistake. She bent over, and I swear to fucking God, her asshole puckered at me. Bile crept its way up my throat, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

Puke. I’d vomit all over the goddamn stage. For the love of God, put me out of this misery.