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Staring up at her as she pulls on my hair while she struggles to ride my face, I smirk as I push my tongue inside of her sweet channel.
“Mav,” she gasps, eyes wide. “What has gotten into you?”
“This is what it looks like when we’re assholes and apologize,” Atlas says idly as he leans against the wall, fucking his hand as he watches us.
His cock is hard, thick, and proud as pre-cum starts to weep from the tip. His gray-green eyes are stormy as he looks conflicted with sorrow and desire. “Obviously, we can’t win you over with just orgasms, but it’s a start. This is what should have happened five years ago, even if we didn’t take your virginity. We should have given you your first orgasms.”
“How do you know I… hadn’t had any?” Layla gasps.
This doesn’t work for me. She shouldn’t be able to still talk. I can do better.
Moving back to lick and suck on her clit, I push two thick fingers into her slick channel. “So goddamn tight,” I praise her as she writhes against the wall. I may not have any more hair at this rate, as she forces my face back into her cunt, but it doesn’t bother me.
“You were such a good girl, you would have given us all of your firsts,” Atlas says lazily as he twists his fist around the crown of his cock, gathering his arousal. “We should have done better.”
“Have you ever had two men in this sweet pussy yet?” I growl against her clit. The vibration makes her mewl as I fuck her tight pussy, fluid squirting over my fingers. She’s close, but not there yet. So Goddamn beautiful.
“No,” she gasps, but her words are failing her. My lips twist into a smug smile, loving how I affect her.
Atlas leans over, brushing his lips over hers. She allows it for a moment before turning away. Atlas doesn’t let it botherhim, knowing he has work to do. Anything worth doing is worth failing at the first few times.
Laying against the wall next to her, he pulls up his shirt. I can tell he’s close. I know all of the signs: the stilted breathing, the grunts, the way his cock gets even harder. Now I need to learn this beautiful girl like the back of my hand, too.
Not a chore at all.
The scent of cherry blossoms surrounds me, making me crazy. “You smell so damn good,” I growl. “Come all over my face, I want to smell you in my goatee for the rest of the damn day.”
Layla’s eyes grow wild in surprise, but I can tell she enjoys the dirty talk by the way her pussy strangles my fingers. Curling them as I push a third finger inside of her, I wrap my arm around her waist so there’s no space between us.
“Mav, oh God. Fuck, yes… Ah!” Layla screams, unable to keep her noises to herself as she squirts all over my face. Her gasping breaths are all that can be heard before Atlas finds his release with a grunt. Ropes of cum hit his abs as he watches Layla slowly come down from her orgasm.
Carefully putting her feet on the ground, I pull my fingers from her perfect pussy, slowly getting up. Atlas smears his cum on his fingers before running them all over my lips.
Smiling, I wrap her hair in my fist as I kiss Layla hard, making sure she can taste his salty cum. Atlas claims my hand to lap at Layla’s cream from my fingers, groaning at her taste.
“No more fucking around,” I grunt against her lips. “If you want us, we’re all in. We won’t flaunt our relationship because you’ll be firmly entrenched in it. We’ll show you every Goddamned day how cherished you are?—”
The point of her knife against my dick tells me I’ve overstayed my welcome. Letting go, I raise my hands, taking astep to let her walk past me. Atlas licks his lips as he watches Layla unlock the door after rearranging her clothing.
Her lips are swollen, but otherwise you can’t tell that I made her come against a bathroom wall.
As the door slams shut behind her, Atlas cleans up before putting his cock away and washing his hands.
“That could have gone worse,” he grunts, his lips curving into an amused smile. Drying his hands, Atlas shrugs. “We’ll keep trying.”
Chuckling, I nod, glad to see he’s in. As we walk out the bathroom, I watch as Layla slides her knife back into its holster before she touches her lips with a small smile. Seeing us, Layla transforms her face into a cold look, turning her back on us to return to Tyler and Draven.
“She’s not going to be easy to crack,” Atlas sighs as he watches Draven kiss her.
“Nope, but she didn’t wipe the cum from her lips.” I smirk.
One step at a time, Layla will be ours, just like she always should have been.
Twenty-Four
DRAVEN
“I’m going to make dinner, Layla, why don’t you go chill,” Tyler suggests as we get back from a busy day in Nashville. I didn’t even really mind the interview, even though David touched Layla for too long.
