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“God, yes,” she said again. “More.”
Dash grinned as he took her faster. Harder. In short minutes, sweat dripped from his brow.
“I’m coming!” she cried.
“Shit, she’s strangling my dick. I can’t hold off, baby doll. You’re too good.” Dash closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, plunged deep and came on a growl.
I grabbed the key from the table and waited.
Her throaty cries continued even after Dash carefully pulled out, holding on to the base of the condom. Offering a very satisfied grin, he turned toward the bathroom. Fucker.
I leaned forward, unlocked the cuffs.
“Careful. Let me help you,” I said as I scooped her up and onto my lap, rubbing her upper arms and shoulders. “Any pain?”
She looked up at me a little dreamily. I felt the handle of the plug against my thigh. And her juices. She was still dripping. “No.”
“Ready for more?”
She smiled up at me as if she were drugged. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin was so fucking warm. Soft. Perfect.
“Mmmhmm.”
Yeah, that’s what I thought. Our girl was always ready to go.
8
AVERY
* * *
Wow. I never knew I liked being tied up. Not tied up. Handcuffed. And not the cheap fur-lined ones either. At first, I’d been stunned Mrs. Wray had locked me to her son without a way to get out, even panicked for a few seconds. But Jackson hadn’t been bothered. Surprised, yes. What mother intentionally handcuffed their son to a date?
But once we left the party, the idea of going a little wild with the guys made me really eager. So eager I’d been all over them in the truck. Yeah, I’d been bold, but it was Jackson and Dash and I was comfortable with them. They didn’t judge, didn’t think me slutty for knowing exactly what I wanted and going after it.
Them.
But when Jackson pulled the key from his pocket, I was even more stunned. They’d given me a choice. To decide on my own how our night would go. They wanted me restrained. Their hard cocks were proof they liked the idea of me at their mercy. But they wanted me that way because I consented, not because of a matchmaking mother.
Jackson and Dash only dominated when I was willing to submit. There had been forethought here. They wanted me again and had planned for it. Hoped. Holding up the key was my decision point. Not just the key, but the plug, too.
As if there was a decision to make.
I wanted them. I wanted them to put the handcuffs on me and have their wicked ways with me. And they had.
But they weren’t done. Not even close.
Jackson gripped my waist and twisted so I was on my back on the bed and he was looming over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his feet on the floor. With one easy tug, I was at the edge of the mattress and he was deep inside.
He felt different than Dash, moved different. Touched me in his own special way. Jackson was gentler, but insistent. The way he took me, the way he shifted and moved his hips was as if he knew exactly what angle to take, how fast to move. He did some kind of circle with his hips and pressed against my clit each time he was deep. He also pressed against the base of the plug, nudging it into me each time, just as Dash had.
His breath fanned across my neck, his beard lighting up my sensitive skin. Everywhere he touched came to life. As he settled down onto his forearms, his chest pressed into mine, my nipples hard points against him. Our skin was slick and with every slide, my nipples sent a hot zing right to my clit.
“Jackson, yes. More.”
“Shh, I know what you need.” He kissed along my neck, licked the sensitive spot behind my ear as I clung to him. I could feel every play and shift of his muscles in his back and when my hands slid down to cup his butt, God. I was going to come.
It was so good. So, so good. My head thrashed on the mattress as he went faster. Deeper. Harder. With his feet on the ground and a hand on my shoulder, he had incredible traction. He was so big, the head of his big cock bumped the end of my passage. My breath escaped in time with his movements.
