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He slammed into her, hitting the very center of her, which caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open.
“Mr. Moore…”
Dietrich reached down and pulled at her nipple. He tugged the flesh taut then twisted it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ask me to come. Beg me for it.” Dietrich pulled at her other nipple again and again until tears pooled in her eyes from the agony/ecstasy.
He smoothed his hand down until it circled her throat. He tightened his hold slightly, not enough to cut off her airway or frighten her, but enough to show her who was in charge. He exerted his dominance, and she reveled in it.
“Beg me for it, baby.” His mouth was so close that she wanted his lips on hers, challenging her, giving her everything.
“Please, may I come, Sir?” The words were a strangled gasp from her as Stellan fucked her relentlessly, and Dietrich tortured her nipples in ecstasy.
“Look at me.” She stared into his eyes that no longer looked blue but like onyx in the shadowy room. “Does my girl want to come?”
She could have screamed from the unfairness of it all. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell your Sir what you want. Askhim.” This was like one big fucked-up game, but Blythe loved it. Her arms and legs shook from the force of holding off her orgasm.
“Sir, may I come?” The last word hitched as he hit her G-spot, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Stellan took hold of her hair and wrenched her head back. Dietrich took the opportunity to run his tongue up her throat.Oh. My. God.
“Tell me you’re my slut.” With her head turned to the side and Stellan’s face mere inches from hers, she could smell the sex and sweat that surrounded them.
“I’m your slut, Sir.”
He slapped her ass. “Fucking come, sweetheart.” That was all she needed to hear. The orgasm that tore through her had bright lights flashing through her vision.
Tingles moved through her veins, stealing all conscious thought until she didn’t even realize where she was any longer. As her high started to descend, she became aware of what was happening.
Stellan cursed behind her, filthy, foul language that turned her on even more. Dietrich whispered what a good girl she was, how responsive and perfect she was for them. Stellan pumped into her three more times before bottoming out inside of her and groaning out his orgasm.
For several long moments, all that could be heard was their combined breathing. Her knees gave out, and she started to fall, but strong arms gripped her waist and lifted her easily. The scent of Stellan invaded her, but then Dietrich’s spicy scent filled her nose.
Stellan held her tightly in his arms for only a second before he set her in Dietrich’s lap. The gentleness of the way Stellan brushed his hand over the side of her face and brought his lips to hers further filled her with euphoria.
“You are such a good girl.” Stellan kissed her once more before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Why hearing him say that brought her so much pleasure was beyond her, but it was the truth, and Blythe realized she never wanted it to end.
ChapterSixteen
Blythe rested her head on Dietrich’s chest and closed her eyes. Exhaustion settled in her bones, and she inhaled deeply. His hardness could be felt beneath her ass, and she shifted. He tightened his hand on her tender hip to still her.
“Shhh, relax.” The rhythmic stroking of his hand going through her hair had her doing exactly what he said. “You make me happy.”
It was a bit strange hearing him say those words but comforting and welcome in the same breath.
“Come on.” He lifted her easily into his arms and strode to the bed. After laying her on it, he stripped out of his suit.
To think all of what just happened had been done while he still wore a three-piece suit. The play of his muscles under the lighting as he peeled away each layer had her body heating all over again. The soreness between her thighs was overshadowed by the steady pulse of blood flowing to her clit and nipples.
Just like Stellan, he was big: wide shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist, and a six-pack. The V of muscle that led to his groin was impossibly defined and was like an inverted triangle pointing to his incredibly hard, thick, and long cock.
For several long moments, he did nothing but stand at the foot of the bed and stare down at her body. He ran his eyes up and down her nude form, focusing on her tits and pussy.
“Spread your thighs.” Blythe slowly parted her legs and felt heat rush to her face when the lips of her pussy parted, allowing him to see her inner labia.
She knew she was wet, could feel the slickness of it coat her.
