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“Fuck! Fuck!” Bastian bellowed as his orgasm ripped through him, spurting hot streams of cum down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed again, taking every drop of the salty, warm liquid he gave her.
Bastian’s hand loosened in her hair, and he fell back in the chair. She swallowed once more, running her tongue on the underside of his softening dick as she slowly pulled her mouth free of his dick. She licked at her lips, glancing up at him. He grinned down at her, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged.
He touched the corner of her mouth, wiping away something, then smearing it across her lip. A bit of his cum had escaped. She licked it up.
“Good girl,” he said and cupped her cheek. “Get on your knees. It’s Garrick’s turn.”
CHAPTER17
Garrick
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A bruise had formedon her ass already from the spanking Garrick delivered with his favorite paddle. It had been so damn long since he had a woman in his life worth using it on that he almost couldn’t find it in his desk.
Seeing the splotches of red, the small bruise, and the rawness of her bare ass made his cock painfully hard. She’d taken her punishment so well, even better than he’d thought she could. He knew she was tough and would take more than Bastian had given her when he punished her.
“Kneel in front of him,” Bastian said as he helped their woman from Garrick’s lap to the floor before him. She had lost her panties during the spanking, kicking those damn things clear across the room. She probably didn’t even realize it. He’d pick them up later.
Ariella slowly climbed down from his lap and moved to her knees. Her hair, a mess of curls and waves, draped across her shoulders, spread over her naked breasts. That wouldn’t do.
Garrick brushed his knuckles across her breasts, pushing the curls over her shoulders. She looked up at him with wide, crystal blue eyes made all the deeper by her tears. Sweet, delicate tears that had left tracks on her cheeks.
He pushed his chair back far enough to bend over and cup her chin in his hand. Bastian now zipped up and put back together, stood behind her, running his hand over her head as though she were their precious pet.
Garrick ran his tongue up her cheek, tasting the salty tears that had dried on her creamy soft skin. When he brought his gaze back to hers, he was delighted to see her pupils dilated, her lips wet from her tongue.
“Go on, Garrick,” Bastian prompted. “Kiss the girl already.”
Garrick pressed his mouth to hers, claiming her with his tongue. She belonged to them both; it only made it all the better that he could still taste Bastian on her. When he backed off, he lowered his chin and brought his forehead to press against hers—inhaling the scent of her innocence. She may have been fucked in the past, but it was nothing compared to what he and Bastian would do to her, for her, and with her. No, the girl was innocent, but they would change all of that.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Princess. And you’re going to take it. No matter how hard or fast I go, you’ll keep this pretty mouth of yours open.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “And when I come, you’ll swallow everything down. Every bit. Understood?” He backed off enough to see her answer.
“Yes, Garrick,” she said with a nod. “I understand.”
“Your pussy wants to be fucked, doesn’t it?” He asked, moving to his feet. He shoved the chair from behind him, giving him more room.
She had to bend her head back to keep looking at him. He didn’t need her answer. It was plain as day how aroused the woman was. Her cunt was practically dripping onto his floor.
She lowered her eyelashes when she answered. “Yes.”
“Do you think you’ll be getting fucked today? Do you think you’ll be anywhere near an orgasm?” He unbuckled his belt and ripped open his zipper. His cock was too constrained in his pants. It was an enormous relief, having his hand wrap around his shaft and squeeze. Just enough pressure to give him breathing room.
“Do you?” Bastian asked with a rougher tone when she remained silent.
“No.” The disappointment in her tone tore at him. But he would not go back on his word—no pleasure for the naughty.
“That’s right. You’re not to come until Bastian or I give you permission.” He shoved his trousers open and pulled his cock out, pushing his pants below his balls.
Her gaze locked on his dick as he brought it closer to her mouth, her lips still swollen from Bastian fucking it only minutes before.
“Open wide, Princess.” He fisted her hair and dragged her toward him as he thrust forward into her mouth, past her lips, over her tongue, and didn’t stop until she gagged when the round head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
“That’s a good girl,” Bastian reassured her, though his eyes locked with Garrick’s. This part of sharing a woman, his bond with Bastian, made moments like this more intense. He gritted his teeth as Ariella sucked on his sock, her tongue flickering at the bottom of his head.
“Good girl,” Garrick repeated and slowed his thrusts. “Such a good girl, sucking my cock.” He turned his gaze downward to her, surprised to find her eyes searching for him. He touched her cheek, biting down on the inside of his own as his cock slid between her stretched lips.
“She’s fucking gorgeous like this.” Bastian reached around, touching her cheek on the other side. His fingers grazed Garrick’s shaft, sending electricity shooting through every vein.
