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He has a slight five o’clock shadow dusting over his chiseled jaw that only intensifies his features.
“Crawl to me.” He leans forward, resting his arms on his thighs as the hood covering his head dips.
The robes they’re all wearing are strange. Not at all something I would expect to see any of them in, but since I’m not only drinking their Kool-Aid, I’m fucking shooting it through an IV, I ignore the red flags.
A hand comes to the back of my throat, massaging my spine with his thumb before directing—or forcing—me down onto my knees in front of Sparrow. Sparrow’s eyes turn wicked, the dark shadows he keeps hidden exposed. He leans back in his chair, curling his finger forward.
“Come.”
I land on the carpet on my hands and knees, the hunger no longer satiated. Do I want him? Yes. More than I care about my dignity, apparently. I put one hand in front of the other, slowly shuffling toward him when a loud clap sounds out and a sharp sting bites my ass cheek.
I jolt forward slightly, peering over my shoulder until I see Malyk shrugging. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t cut you, chase you, and then fuck you, Poppet. Next time.” He winks at me, and I pause, my mouth hanging open.
Was that a threat?
“Keep moving, Shiloh.”
I keep shuffling until I’m at Sparrow’s feet. Fingers wrap around my chin as he forces me up until our eyes collide. He tilts his head to the side.
“How annoying that you’re just so fucking perfect.”
My cheeks heat, and I look down slightly until he forces me back up.
“You like that?” His voice is like toffee, and I need to know what he feels like inside of me. He releases my chin and leans back. “On my lap.” Bringing his glass up to his lips, he takes a long sip of whiskey, and I watch as his throat bobs when he swallows.
“Come on, baby girl,” Malyk whistles from behind me. “Or do you need some encouragement?”
I second-guess myself by purposely not listening, just to see what Malyk does, but bring my hands to Sparrow’s knees to help myself up. He looks up at me with heavy eyes, his cheeks slightly pink and his lips damp. God, he looks fucking sexy. His sharp cheekbones more prominent beneath the shadow of the light. He teases me, his brows lifting slightly as if asking what I’m waiting for. I know he’s not going to do it himself, so I straddle his legs and slowly lower myself down onto his body, bringing my hand to his bare chest.
His eyes almost cross from the proximity as he follows me down onto his lap. The texture of his jeans rubs against my clit, and I bite down on my lip to stop my exposing myself.
“What do you want, Shiloh?” he asks, keeping his hands to either side. He raises a brow. “Hmmm? What is it you want?”
I drag my eyes over the hard lines of his abs, down to where his belt is unlatched.
He chuckles. “Well go on then, darlin’. Give it your best shot.”
I flick his button off before working his zipper, lifting myself up to pull his jeans off. His cock falls on his stomach, and my mouth turns dry. Shit. He’s massive. I do the math in my head. Ten years. A ten-year age gap between him and me, and all this time, I’ve never felt that gap—until now. Seeing his cock. Veins ripple down the base, and my fingers twitch to feel him beneath the palm of my hand. Wrapping him around my fingers—they nowhere near touch—I lift him up, rolling saliva in my mouth, and spit down on his cock.
He hisses, lifting his hips higher, and I don’t even second-guess. Directing him down the slit of my pussy, I tense when his smooth tip glides over my clit and rests against my entrance.
“Shit,” he curses, biting down on his lower lip. “Shi, don’t—”
I drop my weight down with a scream, the sting around my opening throbbing to a gentle numb pinch.Oh God. It has been too long already, but has it ever been like this?
“Fuck…” Dion gasps behind me, and I turn to look over my shoulder, gripping Sparrow from the back of his neck.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like not being in control?” I flash him a wicked smirk before going to where Dion is lying back on his elbow on the bed, head tilted and eyes low.
He smirks, dragging his eyes up to meet mine. “Oh, not me, baby girl. Personally?” He grabs the bulge in his briefs, squeezing. “I’ve been waiting for it.”
I come back to Sparrow, waiting for the throbbing to simmer down before slowly lifting my hips up and riding him down slowly. So slowly. His cock is thick—too fucking thick. The suffocation of having him inside of me is a death I’m willing to succumb to.
I continue to roll my hips slowly, picking up the pace only enough to still be able to control it. Sparrow brings his hands to my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“You fuck like a slut.”
I ignore his words as my head rolls back. His cock grinds against my walls, and I need to keep myself in check to stop from building into an orgasm. Warmth covers my nipple, and my eyes pop open when heat fills my belly, and all control I had over said orgasm explodes around me in little colorful dots. His hips start slapping up against mine until I’m bouncing up and down without any effort. He wraps his arm around my back, holding me against him as he continues to fuck with the same kind of anger that one would kill.
