Page 43 of Freed By Wrath

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he growls against my mouth, thumb pressing firmly on my clit while his fingers stroke that perfect spot relentlessly. “Let me feel this pretty pussy come all over my hand.”

I shatter.

My orgasm crashes through me violently. I cry out against his neck, thighs shaking uncontrollably around his waist as pleasure whites out my vision. I soak his fingers, trembling and gasping, completely lost in him.

“Fuck… that’s it, beautiful,” he praises, voice rough with lust, still slowly fucking me through the aftershocks. “Even better than in my imagination.”

I’m wrecked, but so blissfully happy.

My lips reach his again, and I try to release his cock. I need him inside me.

But before I’m able to, the office door opens, and Slash and Fabien step inside.

Slash’s mouth curves into a slow, filthy smirk. “Well… looks like we’re just in time.”

Isaac doesn’t pull away. Instead, he kisses me again, slower this time, while his friends watch. The knowledge that they’re seeing this only makes me wetter.

Fabien closes the door behind them. “You okay, sweetheart?”

I nod, breathless. “Yeah.”

“Want us to leave?” he asks.

“Please say no,” Slash blurts, sounding almost desperate.

That pulls a laugh out of me before I can stop it.

The room goes still and six eyes snap toward me.

My smile falters.

“What?”

“Do it again,” Fabien says softly.

“Do… what?”

“You laughed, baby girl.” Isaac clarifies.

“Oh.” Heat creeps up my neck.

Was it weird?

Fuck.

“I’m sor—”

“Don’t you dare apologize, trouble,” Slash cuts in, almost offended by the idea.

“It was beautiful,” Fabien adds quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. “We’d like to hear it again.”

Whatever self-consciousness had started creeping in melts away beneath the warmth in their expressions.

A smile tugs at my lips anew.

“I’m sure you will… as soon as I have all of you.”

“Thank God,” Slash mutters dramatically, already making his way toward me.