Page 121 of Wish I Might
Sawyer’s smile grew.“Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Not from where I’m standing,” Ava said, coming to stand beside Sawyer.She was wearing a body-skimming dress in white with black boots that put her two inches above Sawyer.“Mmm, you look delicious.”
Nash nearly grinned when Bailey blushed to the roots of her hair.“What do you say, Bailey?”
“Thank you,” Bailey said, so breathless the words were almost soundless.
Ava winked.“You’re welcome, love.”
T strolled around to the other side of the bed.“How’s she like to fuck, Nash?”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Nash said.“She’s got what you might call a fetish.”
“A fetish, huh?”T put his hands on his hips, pulling his black T-shirt tight across his chest.“What kind of fetish?”
“She likes to get used,” Nash said softly.“Don’t you, Bailey?”
Bailey licked her lips, her eyes flicking from person to person before landing on Nash.“Yes.”
“How?”Nash demanded.
She kept her eyes on Nash.“Like a filthy slut who’ll do anything to come.”
Ava clapped her hands together and squealed with glee.“Oh, that’s my favorite kind!”
“Mine, too,” T enthused.
“Can we use her, Sawyer?Please?”
Sawyer scratched his head.“I think it’s up to Nash.She’s his slut, after all.”
“Are you my slut, Bailey?”Nash asked softly.
Eyes shining, breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths, she bobbed her head in a slow nod.“Yes, Nash.I’m your slut.”
“You wanna get used by my friends?”
“Yes, please.”
“Such a polite little tart,” Ava teased.
“Well, I gotta give my slut what she wants, don’t I?”Nash murmured and, ignoring the others, leaned forward to give her one last kiss.When it broke, he kept his lips against hers to whisper, “I won’t leave.”
“Thank you,” she whispered back, eyes shining with gratitude and lust and something else that made his heart leap with hope.
“I’m first,” Ava chirped, and he eased back off the bed, holding her gaze until Ava leaped on the bed and blocked his line of sight.
“Why do you get to go first?”T wondered.
“Because she’s going to taste like latex when you lads are done with her, and I want pure pussy.”
“Well, at least turn her around so I can get at her mouth,” T complained.
Ava heaved a sigh and looked down at Bailey.“Men,” she said, aggravated, and Bailey giggled.Ava waved a hand at T.“Fine, do what you gotta.But I’m first in that cunt.”
“A hole’s a hole,” T said cheerfully and reached down to slap Bailey on the thigh.“Come on, doll, swing around so I can get at that mouth.There you go—no, hang your head right over the edge, I want a straight shot at your throat.”
Bailey settled cross ways on the bed, head hanging off the edge and knees up, her feet planted.Ava laid a hand on each knee and parked herself between them, purring with delight at her first look at Bailey’s spread pussy.
