Page 149 of Jace
He leans down, his hungry kiss opening me, his rousing tongue taking mine before he murmurs over our lips, “No games tonight. Say yes or no, and we listen. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He lies down in the center of the platform, his body breathtaking and face up, his velvet voice demanding, “Now, be my queen and sit on my face before your court.”
A year ago, I’d have been bullied by shame to do this. All of my desires silenced, wilting inside me along with my soul.
That’s what shame does to you. It lets someone else’s misery reduce you. Cutting you down to as small as they feel.
But now I bloom.
Unfurling. Uninhibited. Unstoppable.
I grin, moving as Jace guides me, turning me around, making me straddle his face in a sixty-nine. My mouth waters to suck his cock in front of everyone. Fisting his wide base, I lift his swollen crown to my mouth, but…
“This is your night, my queen.” Lightly, he spanks my ass, ordering, “Just lick the cum you make my dick drip when I eat your pussy.”
God, this is even more vulgar and nirvanic.
Braced on my hands, my nipples tingling and taut, my eyes are locked on our aroused audience. Every cock in the room soars, every pussy glistens.
My splayed cunt pulses, lust oozing as Jace slowly laves his tongue across my hard clit, over and over. He moans, and I proudly lower my mouth, licking the salty drops of precum from his swollen tip.
“Mmm, Vivian.” He spreads my cheeks farther. “Baby, you taste so sweet with my cum dripping from your pussy.”
I don’t think I could be more open, more wet, and ready for whatever he’s planned with Zar and Nick before Jace breathes into my pussy, his words like steam over my sex. “Loch and Sire, come get my queen’s ass ready for my cock.”
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I tremble. I moan. I disobey Jace and suck his cock, taking inches of him into my thirsty mouth with a grateful gag.
“Fuck, Viv.” He palms my skull. “You’re such a sweet slut, loving what we’re about to do to you, don’t you?”
I consent, moaning with my mouth full of his cock.
In my periphery, Sire approaches the platform. Loch joins him. Their jutting cocks menacing, their bodies masterpieces of muscle and inked art. I sense their heat, smell their manly colognes, feel the platform beside me sink to their weight.
Softly, Loch caresses the back of my thigh. “You’re going to feel us getting you ready, our queen. Will that please you?”
“Yes,” I rasp, my lids sliding shut. I can’t handle sight when my other senses are flooded.
With his hand still palming my skull, Jace forces me to rest my cheek over his velvet erection, my lips gasping over his dripping tip. Loch strokes the back of my thigh, upward, making me tremble with anticipation, his pleasing touch perfection, as Sire tenderly cups my buttock.
“We’re going to use our tongues and toys on your ass.” Sire sounds devilish—delicious. “And you’re going to let us open you for our cocks, won’t you, our queen?”
“Yes, my kings.” It’s all I can think before the onslaught of sinful sensations. Licking tongues. Teasing fingers. Probing toys with lube they must’ve taken from the red leather box by the platform.
“Oh my god,” I mewl, my sex swollen and syrupy from Jace’s lips, sucking my electric clit while Loch’s dripping fingers curl into my open cunt, and Sire’s salivating tongue circles my ass. I can’t take it, and I only want more. “Jace, please. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet.” His voice lulls from between my thighs. “They need to play with you more, and fuck, baby, I love watching it. So fucking pink and wet and tight for me, you need to open for my dick.”
We did this for the first time a few nights ago, Jace and I in my boudoir studio. He took his time with anal training plugs while eating my pussy and getting me so desperate to receive him.
I still wasn’t prepared. Shocked by how I came so hard and fast, feeling Jace enter me—the pressure, the stretching, the taboo—sharing everything with him. My sudden, screaming orgasm made him lose control. With three thrusts in my ass, he was coming with me.
He doesn’t want that tonight, I know.
