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“Then I guess I have the right to do this…” he says, slowly hooking a thick finger in the crotch, pulling down and sideways, baring my sex to his gaze—as well as the room.
Mateo and Pace both groan epithets, pain laden in every syllable.
For a long moment, Karson is frozen. Staring at my uncovered flesh. His chest rises up and down rapidly, then all at once, his breath leaves him in a gust.
“Almighty God, it’s…incredible.”
“Looks tight, doesn’t it?” Pace rasps. “You have no idea.”
Mateo unzips his pants with fumbling fingers. “I need it. I need back in.”
“No,” snaps Karson, dragging his finger up and back between the material of my panties and my parted slit, making me sob and shake uncontrollably. The mere forbidden act of this man touching me down there is like having my veins plugged into an electrical outlet. I’m so aware of his knuckle where it just barely nudges my clit that I could scream. “You had your turn, FBI, and you couldn’t get the job done. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.” He breathes a curse. “Damn you for calling me that. Now it’s all I’m going to hear.”
“You’re her third.” Pace is struggling to keep his voice even, his hands shaking and clenched at his sides. “It should work.”
“I’m not doing this to break a curse, I’m doing it to prove there is no curse.” He slides his thumb in more securely between my folds and starts to rub my clit rapidly. Fast, fast, fast, while I moan and dig my fingers into the hanging curtains of silk. “She just needs a little tickle in the right spot, don’t you, gorgeous? That feel good?”
Pleasure is ballooning inside of me, insistent, huge, wanting desperately to pop.
Somehow, instinctively, I know it won’t. That I need more. But his touch feels so good that I run toward the possibility of relief with open arms, unable to slow down, my thighs going wider, restless, I’m so restless. “Please,” I cry out. “I can’t. I want to but I can’t.”
Karson steps closer, stopping just short of pressing his lap to the apex of my thighs. Where I need it. Where I crave the rasp of his suit, the jut of his erection. He called himself my Daddy and now that word is on repeat in my head. I want to scream it. But he presses his mouth to mine, instead, stealing all of my focus. Mouth. Daddy’s mouth. It’s like being offered a meal from heaven and I let my head fall back, let him lick between my lips while he pets my swollen nub, his head tilting right—and with a hiss of surrender he devours me.
He kisses me like he’s been wanting to do it for a long time.
And after that, there’s no space between us. He pulls me against his lap roughly, the kiss turning violent, his hands slipping around my hips and digging into my panties, palms gripping and kneading my bottom, rocking my core to his lap, bouncing me there, bouncing, bouncing and rattling the chains above.
“I’m already going to hell. Might as well take some sweet young pussy for the road,” he growls, ripping the panties from my body and immediately going to work on his belt, his button and zipper. They come down with a quickness and I only have two seconds to whimper in anticipation over the sheer size and length of him, before he’s cramming it upward into my waiting entrance, my eyes watering from the sudden, glorious pressure. “Goddamn. Goddamn this wet little hole.” He spanks my butt hard five, six, seven times, then starts to thrust. “Oh Jesus, I can’t even look you in the eye while I do this.” He pulls my face into his neck and proceeds to take me with the savage vengeance of a very bad man—and I love every crude second of it.
Over Karson’s shoulder, I look into the eyes of Pace. And Mateo.
At first, they look conflicted by the viciousness of Karson’s thrusts, but they lose the fight with their lust and start to egg him on.
“Knew you’d have to try her on once you saw that cunt,” Pace growls.
“Don’t break her,” Mateo says gruffly, stroking himself. “We’re up next.”
“Look at her. Look her in the face,” Pace demands. “There’s nothing to be guilty about. You walked in and found her naked, humping her silks, what else were you supposed to do?”
Mateo is panting. “Fuck that little cock tease harder. She’s asking for it.”
And I am. I’m a mess, a babbling, horny mess, screaming “Daddy” at the top of my lungs while Karson pounds into me, bringing back that throb that I simultaneously hate and love, because it feels so incredible, but I know it never breaks. It never finishes. I just linger here in the ether wishing I’d never experienced pleasure so I wouldn’t know what I’m missing. But I do. I want to soar again. I want this heightened arousal to find an outlet so bad, I’m licking Karson’s neck and opening my thighs more, more, more, meeting his relentless drives with naughty smacks of my hips and his hold on my buttocks grows tighter, a growl ripping from his throat.
