three-quarters of the way. But he was in control, and that’s what he chose.
He crouches to press his mouth over mine, his fingers thrusting while he kisses me. It’s completely unexpected, a strange but heady mix of sensations: his soft tongue, his thick fingers, his lips plucking mine.
Too soon, he pulls away and straightens.
His fingers are still in my mouth as he leans forward.
My skirt is jerked up unceremoniously, and my legs are roughly spread.
A moment later I feel the heat of his mouth between my legs. His breath is humid as he teasingly mouths my panty-covered sex. He grunts as he thrusts his cock partially into my mouth again.
I do my best to satisfy him, but the game he’s playing with my pussy is a cruel one, and the muscles of my stomach and legs clench in shameless desperation.
He pulls away. “I have to stop,” he says. “I can barely control myself around you.”
But now Hawthorne is back. He pulls me off the table and pushes me to the carpeted floor.
He sits in the big black chair and pats his thigh. When I start to stand, Romeo forces me back to my hands and knees.
The skirt, hiked up over my hips, slides to the middle of my back as I crawl forward. I might not have a great ass, but this angle does pretty good things for it.
Especially with my thong flashing maximum skin.
I wonder if they can see how wet I am.
Slowly, I crawl over to Hawthorne. From this angle, he looks like Zeus, glowering down from Mount Olympus. I raise my eyes to his, and even though it’s not possible, I feel like I can see the golden flecks sprinkled throughout the deep blue of his irises.
“Get up here and suck my cock,” he says, his tone even. “Whore.” The expression in his eyes says I’d better not even think of challenging him.
I sit back on my heels and push my hair out of my eyes. “I just figured out why you keep saying that. You’re used to having to pay for female attention. Completely understandable.”
Something like amusement flashes briefly in his eyes, then the deathly look is back as he pulls his belt free from his pants.
Slowly, painstakingly, he folds the supple belt in half.
He contemplates the length of the strap, and I swallow.
“If your mouth isn’t on my dick in the next ten seconds, I’m going to bend you over the table and whip that rebellious streak out of you.” He leans forward. “And then you will suck my cock. Except it will be more difficult because you’ll be crying, tears running down your face. I know how particular you are about your makeup…”
I was on board with this until he got personal and mentioned my makeup. He’s always got a snide remark about my appearance.
I stand. “You know what? I’m done with you.” I point at him. “ You aren’t allowed to fuck me anymore. I rescind my permission.”
Storm clouds seem to gather in the room as Hawthorne stands to his full height, which is somewhere between towering over me and able to see into the next state.
He scowls at me. “You want to be very careful with that, little girl. I think you forgot that we’re a package deal. You fuck us all or you fuck none of us.”
“I…” Oh, I want to tell him to go to hell. But then I think of Slade and how much I enjoyed his arms around me while he was buried in my ass and Romeo fucked my pussy.
“Yes?” Hawthorne asks.
I hear fingers drumming on the table. I look over and Slade is leaned up against the edge, his fingers dancing impatiently. He raises an eyebrow. “Lindsay, I’m horny. I want to fuck you. But despite my joke about fucking you in the limo, he’s right. It’s all of us or none of us. So make nice, accept your punishment, and let’s get on with it.”
Romeo clears his throat. “Too much talk.” He covers the distance between us and pulls me up onto my toes. His eyes drill into mine for a brief second, then his soft lips claim me.
His kiss… Oh, the man knows how to do it just right, forceful and
He crouches to press his mouth over mine, his fingers thrusting while he kisses me. It’s completely unexpected, a strange but heady mix of sensations: his soft tongue, his thick fingers, his lips plucking mine.
Too soon, he pulls away and straightens.
His fingers are still in my mouth as he leans forward.
My skirt is jerked up unceremoniously, and my legs are roughly spread.
A moment later I feel the heat of his mouth between my legs. His breath is humid as he teasingly mouths my panty-covered sex. He grunts as he thrusts his cock partially into my mouth again.
I do my best to satisfy him, but the game he’s playing with my pussy is a cruel one, and the muscles of my stomach and legs clench in shameless desperation.
He pulls away. “I have to stop,” he says. “I can barely control myself around you.”
But now Hawthorne is back. He pulls me off the table and pushes me to the carpeted floor.
He sits in the big black chair and pats his thigh. When I start to stand, Romeo forces me back to my hands and knees.
The skirt, hiked up over my hips, slides to the middle of my back as I crawl forward. I might not have a great ass, but this angle does pretty good things for it.
Especially with my thong flashing maximum skin.
I wonder if they can see how wet I am.
Slowly, I crawl over to Hawthorne. From this angle, he looks like Zeus, glowering down from Mount Olympus. I raise my eyes to his, and even though it’s not possible, I feel like I can see the golden flecks sprinkled throughout the deep blue of his irises.
“Get up here and suck my cock,” he says, his tone even. “Whore.” The expression in his eyes says I’d better not even think of challenging him.
I sit back on my heels and push my hair out of my eyes. “I just figured out why you keep saying that. You’re used to having to pay for female attention. Completely understandable.”
Something like amusement flashes briefly in his eyes, then the deathly look is back as he pulls his belt free from his pants.
Slowly, painstakingly, he folds the supple belt in half.
He contemplates the length of the strap, and I swallow.
“If your mouth isn’t on my dick in the next ten seconds, I’m going to bend you over the table and whip that rebellious streak out of you.” He leans forward. “And then you will suck my cock. Except it will be more difficult because you’ll be crying, tears running down your face. I know how particular you are about your makeup…”
I was on board with this until he got personal and mentioned my makeup. He’s always got a snide remark about my appearance.
I stand. “You know what? I’m done with you.” I point at him. “ You aren’t allowed to fuck me anymore. I rescind my permission.”
Storm clouds seem to gather in the room as Hawthorne stands to his full height, which is somewhere between towering over me and able to see into the next state.
He scowls at me. “You want to be very careful with that, little girl. I think you forgot that we’re a package deal. You fuck us all or you fuck none of us.”
“I…” Oh, I want to tell him to go to hell. But then I think of Slade and how much I enjoyed his arms around me while he was buried in my ass and Romeo fucked my pussy.
“Yes?” Hawthorne asks.
I hear fingers drumming on the table. I look over and Slade is leaned up against the edge, his fingers dancing impatiently. He raises an eyebrow. “Lindsay, I’m horny. I want to fuck you. But despite my joke about fucking you in the limo, he’s right. It’s all of us or none of us. So make nice, accept your punishment, and let’s get on with it.”
Romeo clears his throat. “Too much talk.” He covers the distance between us and pulls me up onto my toes. His eyes drill into mine for a brief second, then his soft lips claim me.
His kiss… Oh, the man knows how to do it just right, forceful and
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